They got the whole thing

The doc literally took his 'pound of flesh' this morning. Well, maybe not really a pound, but he cut out a big chunk of it.  Not that I watched. I closed my eyes from the moment he sat down on his stool until they'd been stitching me back up long enough that I thought it was safe to look. And it was. The only way I could tell how much he cut out was the big depression underneath the line of stitches. Not to mention the length of the incision. She'd finished with the inside stitches and was starting the outside ones, stretching the skin and hoping the stitches will hold until it heals. I'm under strict orders to keep off my feet and keep this leg elevated for at least a couple of days, and then I can't do much more for the next 3 weeks, until the stitches come out. So much for Curves, although I can do upper body work, as long as I drive the 3 blocks instead of walking.

But what the heck. It's a good excuse to plop on the sofa with the leg up, reading or watching movies or TV shows. Not that I'll be content with that for long.  I may have to suck up my irritation at Netflix and re-join, so I'll have more to keep me occupied. Or not. I'm still nursing that particular grudge.

Anyway, for any of you out there who care, it does look as if I'll live to see another day, and despite the fact that it only took him 30 seconds or so to do the actual excision, I'm confident that they got the whole thing. These particular skin cancer types are not overly dangerous unless they've been ignored for a long time, and this one was brand new.

Guess I'd better get back to that elevated leg position.