Well I’ve been putting it off for a long time but today was the day when I finally had a small lump removed from my leg. It was just below my left bum cheek to be precise so I am sitting rather lopsidedly as I type!
It appeared a couple of years ago and I ignored it for as long as I could.
Three out of the four GPs at our practice had examined it, all declaring it was nothing suspicious but easily removed.
Just knowing it wasn’t – oh let’s just say it – cancer or anything “nasty” was a huge relief. I am now a lone parent and the mere thought of having something seriously wrong with me fills me with fear for the boys’ future. They have lost one parent already so I have even more reason for needing to be fighting fit.
All that was required was a little bit of courage. I have to close my eyes it I watch Casualty – too much blood and gore and that’s not even real. Nursing was never a profession I aspired to.
There was an appointment available in November – too close to the anniversary – sorry can’t make it.
The next month went by and I was offered a slot in December – I had a brilliant excuse, Christmas and we were away!
Well I finally ran out of excuses and had to face my fears.
The GP had a glint in his eye as I arrived – he’s that sort of character but his manner does put you at ease and I was able to laugh and joke my way through the procedure.
He had to take a bit of skin away too which would leave my lower left buttock more taut and firm. What with that and the soft breast tissue I discovered I possessed at last week’s examination I joked I had plenty of plus points to add to my on-line dating profile.
“You know I’m not really THAT sort of girl?”
He assured me that if I was there would be no laughing about it. Phew - I don't want them getting the wrong idea.
Less than 15 minutes and the lump, a lipoma (?) and may I also add it was bigger that it first appeared, was out.
|(I looked up Lipoma and it is made of Adipose tissue - it didn't look like this though!)|
Ten stitches later I was “done”.
"What sort of pain relief should I take?"
The GP said I wouldn’t need much because I wasn’t a whinger.
Well what good does it do you to always complain?
With a smile on my face at his compliment and trying to walk tall I left the treatment room to make an appointment for next week to have the stitches removed.
Ok, so I may not whinge, I’m thankful for my health and oh so many blessings beside.
But TEN stitches – all sympathy gratefully appreciated!