yet another classic photo from Lubbock
In the midst of all of this racing and training, I made an appointment with a dermatologist a few weeks ago. While I went into her office for a little rash-action, I pointed out a couple of small little growths that I could feel, but not see, on the back of my neck. They felt like two new little moles forming, so needless to say I was a little concerned as my neck is exposed a lot from riding and running in the summer.
She looked at them and immediately said they were nothing to be concerned about at all. In fact, she zapped them right off before I even had a chance to say, “Ouch that hurts, bitch!” Because I was there and already pretty much naked in my hospital gown, she decided to go ahead and give me the mole-check. My brother had melanoma a few years back and fortunately they caught it early enough where no further treatment was necessary after surgery. He’s been preaching the dermatology appointments ever since. My running partner Amy had a sister who wasn’t so lucky last year. At 33 years old, she was diagnosed with melanoma in February and was gone by July. It’s something I’ve selfishly never worried about. I have that Italian skin that never seems to burn so I definitely fall into the “It could never happen to me” category.
As she scanned my body from top to bottom and front to rear, she commented that everything looked good except for one suspicious looking mole–ON MY ASS!! Seriously, this is the one place that the sun NEVER sees! How could this even be possible?! She just nonchalantly said, “I’m going to numb it up, cut it out and have it biopsied. It doesn’t look horrible, but it may be pre-cancerous.”
What?? Biopsy and pre-cancer in the same sentence? Lady, I just came here to get some ointment for my rash and now you’re tasering my neck and cutting off a chunk of my ass. I’m calling a personal foul!
Well, she did just that. Before I knew it, she stuck a needle in my butt cheek and commenced to cutting another hole in my tush. (While you’re at it, can you cut out this layer of fat on my belly?!) I’m a real-life butthole, I thought! Because she was so nonchalant about it, I wasn’t really worried and even joked about my “cancer butt.” (Thank God my initials are already C.B.)
About three days later, I had a message on my machine. The biopsy came back and was benign…No further treatment was necessary. I couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief when I heard the message. Just to make sure, I hit the “save” button and listened to the message a couple more times. No Butt Cancer. Hip Hop Hooray…
My moral of the story, especially for us athlete-types who are constantly outdoors, is to use a ton of sunscreen. Yes, even on your ass apparently.
Now, if I could just get rid of that damn skin rash…