As the title says this blog is one man’s effort to make sense out of his journey fighting melanoma. I have enjoyed reading some of my fellow melanoma warriors’ blogs and thought it might be an interesting way to share what this journey has been like for me. If you find this interesting great, if not that’s great also. Selfishly this is more about me getting this out and moving on from being a cancer patient to being a cancer survivor.

Let’s clear up a few things. Yes, I know how to use spell check and no I don’t always use it. I majored in accounting, not english. I have always been a below average writer, which is why I find the therapeutic value of doing this surprising. I think for this blog to make any sense you pretty much have to go to the archive and start from the beginning which is titled “Life Is Good”

I am not a doctor or medial professional of any type. My blog is not endorsed by any medical professional or facility mentioned in it. Every decision I have made about my care was done after careful consultation with my medical team. Decisions I have made were right for me but should not in any instance be considered right for anybody else. I don't recommend taking medical advice from an accountant.

Key West

Key West

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

The Doctor Visits Begin

Upton returning home I noticed that this mole on my chest was starting to discharge some fluid and seemed to have gotten bigger and darker. I had no idea what melanoma was or looked like but this thing was leaving stains on my undershirts so I figured I needed to do something about it.  I called a local doctor and made an appointment and I just figured he was going to slice this thing off of me and that would be it. I hadn’t seen a Dr. in over 10 years (stupid) so I did not know this guy at all. Before I even got my shirt off his nurse asked me if I had a history of skin cancer in my family.  I told her to my knowledge no and she left.  Dr. M came in and looked at it and asked me the same question.  At this point I am getting a little freaked out but still waiting for him to grab a scalpel and cut this thing off of me so I can go on with my day. Dr. M comes back in and tells me this thing does indeed need to come off but he can’t do it and suggest a plastic surgeon for me to go and see.  Well this is where I got a little lucky.  My older sister once worked for a plastic surgeon in Kansas City so I called her and she got me an appointment to see him.   A week later I went to see Dr. G at about 4:00 on a Thursday afternoon.  At 6:30 the next morning I was checking in at the surgery center to have it removed.  I later found out that he was leaving later that morning for Romania to do some work for a charity and had got me in before his flight.  After removing the mole he tells me the frozen section didn’t look good but it would be sent off to a lab for testing and he would let me know when he returned what they found.  He said not to worry because he felt he got it all and he didn’t think I had anything to worry about.  A quick note about Dr. G.  He is the nicest man.  He got me in before his trip on about 14 hrs notice and called me the day he got back in town with the results from the Pathologist.  He followed my case for some time and still gets updates from my Oncologist.