Doug went to the dermatologist this week to have another skin cancer removed from his head. I didn’t go with him to this appointment because he told me that he would be there for several hours. It was a smaller area that had to be removed than the last two times, but he would have to be there longer as he waited to make sure that all of the margins were clear.
Doug was very positive about it and I didn’t think much about it since it sounded like a pretty easy procedure. Imagine my surprise when he came home with six stitches on the top of his head. I looked at him and started crying. I know that I shouldn’t have, but this was nothing like I was expecting and I knew from his previous surgeries that this one would be a lot more noticeable. Hair doesn’t really grow back over a scar, it just kind of grows around it. That didn’t really matter with the two in the back of the head, but for some reason knowing that this one would be in the front felt overwhelming to me.
Once I started reading about the skin cancer, I stopped feeling sorry for myself. Doug had a different type of this time of skin cancer this time and although it wasn’t deadly, Basal Cell could definitely cause a lot more damage to the bone. I thought of my uncle Bob and the fact that he had lost his nose to skin cancer. A scar on Doug’s head would be nothing compared to that. Plus, our main goal is to keep Doug healthy and stress-free. Me crying over his skin cancer was stupid. Hopefully, this will be the last time, but if not, we at least know how to deal with it now.


