It was summer when I started this journey…a glance down at my own suntanned leg, and then a second glance. A few moments of concern, then a phone call. More phone calls and an appointment made. A little mole that caught my eye, but I was never worried. Skin cancer never crossed my mind as a reality.
It is fall now…the road we travel to and from my appointments at the University of Michigan hospital are lined with trees that have turned crimson and gold; the river nearby flows smoothly by and the sky is the blue of perfection. I’ve seen the trees change on this journey; I’ve felt myself change.
I’m sitting in a waiting room, ready for an MRI. I’ve never had one and never thought that I would need one, barring something bad happening. I guess this is my bad. Later tonight I will get CAT scans. The scans will be reviewed by my medical oncologist and assuming they don’t turn up anything out if the ordinary, this will be my last interaction with U of M until my follow up in February.
My leg is slowly but surely healing; I still have to take it slow …
Oct 28 2009
