Two o'clock that Friday afternoon the phone rang and I checked the caller ID. My Doctor's office was on the line and I prepared for the lecture I knew I deserved. He got right to the point. Too much fat, too little exercise, more fish less sugar, and then the part I wasn't expecting. You have a MALIGNANT MELANOMA. "We received the lab report this morning and you do have a level III melanoma. I am sorry to give you this news on a Friday afternoon, but I thought you should know as soon as possible, and you have an appointment Tuesday morning with Dr. Randall Burr - he is the best dermatologist in the state." Now it was sinking in; melanoma plus appointment in two days equals serious. As if he had heard my 'pretend it doesn't exist and it will go away' strategy. He then said "now don't do anything silly." There must have been more to the conversation. I am sure he would have covered when, where and what did he mean by silly, but I already exceeded my "holy crap" brain capacity and confused level III with stage III.
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