I just wasn’t happy yesterday. I had made an appointment to go to see my doctor for her to have a look at two lesions that first appeared on my nose about 10 years ago. Back then, I had it checked out; a biopsy taken and was told I wasn’t in any danger and I should go away and forget about them.
But over the last few years they look as if they have grown and look slightly more pronounced now. I went to see a specialist last Thursday, who suggested removal of it, but whilst he was looking at it, I pointed out another mole on my face.
The doctor had sent a letter through for the Consultant to read, but unfortunately the letter never made it to his desk, so he had no notes to compare from, but was completely happy with his diagnosis on all that we discussed in our meeting.
Where I’m at today? I feel okay, could be better. The procedure itself doesn’t worry me, I have been through worse, but it’s an upheaval on top of everything else that I deal with. I seem to sort out one issue, then something else crops up and I end up having to deal with a new issue all over again.
That has been the pattern for most of my life, health wise. Having Cerebral Palsy has definitely been the catalyst of my formative years, having spent most of those years going backwards and forwards to the hospital or the Physiotherapist; two foot operations; falling down the stairs, sustaining a black eye and head injury and being hospitalised for 4 days with the possibility of concussion.
I am also struggling with my IBS, digestion and reflux too that’s come in through stress, but whatever I have to deal with in my life, I choose to look at tomorrow as a new day, with renewed optimism.