What a long word to try an pronounce !
This is my latest diagnosis from the Dermatologist. A few months ago I had a small "whitehead" appear on the left side of my chest. Being just above where you'd place your hand to say the Pledge of Allegiance and very visible, I did what anyone would do. I popped it. It bled, and bled, and bled.
So it was covered with a band-aid for another few weeks. Yes, I did take it off and change it nightly.
While away for the Christmas holiday, as I was changing the bandage I looked in horror ! This small unnoticeable whitehead (not to me) was now the size of a nickel and it looked infected. ! With my medical history and not healing well this past year I began to worry- plus it itches like hell . I kept it covered and out of the sun, and quickly made an appointment to see the Dermatologist when I got home.
My worst fears were realized. It was not infected, and she proceeded to rattle off that name. She removed the top for biopsy and referred me to a Plastic Surgeon. Her reasoning being that if it isn't removed completely it will get larger and spread. Oh great ! Just what I always wanted on my chest ...
Plus with my system immuno -compromised it's best to err on the side of caution.
My appointment with her was 2 weeks ago and it is now the size of a quarter and distinctly raised above the skin. Now to you a nickel or quarter may not be large. Put one on your chest and look in a mirror. See what I mean?
From what I've read this normally doesn't affect the chest area, so I'm curious if all my x-rays over the years for my lung transplants may have increased the possibilities in me.
My first appointment with the Plastic Surgeon isn't until the middle of February, so I sit and wait and wonder how large it will be by then.. Oh, and how in the heck will it be removed.
Hopefully this blog will be the culmination of all my years attempting to write a book about surviving an organ transplant. I've survived 3 organ transplants & have a pacemaker. Life is GOOD! I am truly BLESSED! Years ago I titled my book "At the end of my rope" for 2 reasons. 1.Physically: Being tethered to oxygen for 20+ years. Hence, the rope. 2. Psychologically: There are times when I literally feel At the end of my rope.
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Saturday, January 19, 2013
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