Tonight I went walking with my daughter. It was great to be outside; strolling in the sun and the breeze. It’s been some time since I’ve felt myself really move, felt alive, watched her laugh and live beside me. I would have missed out on today as well, if not for a little white lie.
This morning I had an appointment with my dermatologist. Just a regular checkup, though it seems like my checkups are never really “regular”. I am blessed on my father’s side with a large Irish bloodline. This also means I am somewhat un-blessed with very fair Irish skin; pale, burns easily, lots of moles. I very frequently have irregular moles removed. Almost always, they end up benign, and we’re good to go. This past April, however, was my 3-year cancerversary. Having a melanoma removed from your thigh at 37 is an experience, let me tell you. So I take my checkups seriously, and when my doc sees something he thinks should go, I listen. But today was different.
The reason? I have just come out of the other side of one hell of a migraine cycle. It was basically an entire month of pain, grouchy wife/momma, weekends trying to rest, meds, early evenings, rinse, repeat. It happens; you take it a day at a time and get through it until it fades. But while you’re in it, it’s crap. There’s no way to sugarcoat it; it just plain sucks. Not only for me, but also for my family. It’s draining on all of us. My husband carries the extra weight, my daughter (age 7) has to give up her Momma to this mystery ailment she can’t see or fight against, and I just try to endure while my body depletes until I feel like there’s nothing left for anyone let alone me.
Since I’ve rebounded, the last several days have felt like a cloud has finally lifted. My energy has started to return, I’ve been able to exercise again, I’ve been enjoying time with my girl and my family, I’ve just been able to breathe. So today when my doc said he wanted to remove another mole (from the top of my foot, no less, inhibiting my mobility for a couple of weeks to heal), I was surprised how my logic voice of ‘probably a good idea’ was so loudly drowned out by my inner spirit screaming out “NO CUTTING!!” All I could think was ‘not today; not now; I need more time to feel good, more time to breathe, more time in between hurting and being the Mom who can’t play on Saturday because she’s trying to heal, more time to be human and whole and just….ME‘.
Thing is, I didn’t think I could explain that to my doc without sounding like a raving loon. And at that point, he was already readying the scalpel and lidocaine; I didn’t have a lot of time. So I blurted out the only other thing that came to mind. “Uh, I have a wedding to attend this Saturday, and I think there will be dancing. Is your concern level pretty high on this one?” Not very smooth; but it worked. He said it was only a minor concern, and that as long as I had it taken care of within 4-8 weeks, we’d be fine. He then said it was probably better to enjoy the dancing and nice shoes without the foot incision, and to have fun. That smarted a little more than the cut probably would have, but don’t fool yourself thinking I spent a lot of time dwelling…I hightailed it out of there as fast as my mole-covered legs would take me. (After responsibly scheduling my return appointment for 4 weeks out; I’m not completely throwing caution to the wind here, people.)
I will say I fully enjoyed my walk this evening. Guilt free, headache free, even if it wasn’t mole-free. I’ll hold on to this one for a little while longer.