I realized that I never followed up from my previous paranoid post. I did go to the doctor, who looked at the growing red thing on my leg and wasn’t sure exactly what it was; but she thought it might be some kind of dermatitis, or worst case, maybe basal cell carcinoma. She gave me a prescription for a steroid creme to try to see if that would take care of it. I’ve been slathering the stuff on my spot on my leg for a week now. I’m looking at the spot now. It’s got some peeling skin over the top of the spot but underneath is exactly the same pink. And it’s still slightly raised.
I’ve got a follow-up with her after Thanksgiving so if this thing doesn’t clear up by then, I guess she might do a biopsy then. In the end, I guess I just need to wait and see. Which I suppose worked out since I was in Denver last weekend and having a biopsy would have made it more difficult to run around with friends of mine that live in the area. (I had a work meeting there on Monday so I figured I might as well take advantage of needing to be there anyway to catch up with some long-lost friends.)
On Sunday, I head to London to fulfill a promise I made to myself back in May to return there. I’m really looking forward to this trip. We have tickets to see a blues guitarist; we’re going to an EPL match at Wembley; and we’re staying in an apartment in Soho. It’ll be like trying on London as natives for a week. It was my favorite city in the world and after Spain, I’m curious to see if it still holds that spot in my heart.
So, I’ll worry about that pink spot once I return. I don’t want to be stressed and worried the entire time I’m in London. I want to experience life and be thankful for what I’m able to enjoy now. And if I return and need another biopsy, I’ll remind myself that I’ve been through this process before and came out of it with only a scar… But for now, London-bound!