Things are going fairly swimmingly these days until I spend a sleepless night convinced I have cancer.
It’s not just the 3AM crazies, it’s the “atypical mole” on my back I recently discovered, which feels like some bumpy scratchy thing that I have never noticed before. It’s also the thing I had the good sense–or idiocy, depending on your perspective–to capture in brilliant blurry iPhone camera glory that night, after about 18 tries that all yielded blackmail-worthy photographs of my ass instead.
When I was finally successful, let’s say it’s one thing to imagine what some brand new creepy thing on your skin can be; it’s another to actually see it and know for a fact that you are walking around accessorizing with a textbook image of a Melanoma.
That’s when panic set in.