First the good news. The stitches are out of my finger. Yippee! The pins are out of my finger. Yippee!! The bones are healed. Yippee!!! However... The progress on mobility backslid while my finger was in the latest bandage. The finger only bends about 60° and won't touch the palm. Yet. Give it a few weeks.
The so-so news. As you may remember from last Thursday, it was not a good evening. After calling the doctor's office this morning for the official word from my biopsy, the nurse informed me that the results came back with "suspicious cells". The doctor wants to do a more extensive biopsy at the end of August. She wants the site to heal before she takes more. Next time she'll stitch me up, that's how much she plans to take.
And the warning? It may be too late for you. According to doctors, melanoma is a young person's cancer. The damage is done when we're young. Such as the many, many sunburns (including one second-degree sunburn) growing up as a fair-complected, red-headed child spending summers on the Gulf Coast. Whose great-grandfather died of the disease.
But it's not too late to pass the warning along to others. "Dear 16-Year-Old Me" isn't meant as a "Scared Straight" admonition against tanning. Just as a friendly prodding to check yourself.
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