Moleface..

As a woman of a certain age, I recently had a meet-n-greet with
a Doctor Y regarding the fabulous fifty prerequisite
colonoscopy...

I sat on the uncomfortable exam table while he began to explain the
procedure. So much fodder for another story, but this tail..uh tale
focuses on something extremely different. My mole. On my NECK.

"So, we prowceed to entah the colon area and....(He stops. Stares at me.
My neck, specifically.)

"How long you have dat mole", he inquires with great interest.

"M-mole?", I reply, subtly covering my neck.. "Um, this? I point.
"All my life".

"Hmm...that mole veddy big. Veddy big mole."

"Yes, it is.. I said. Always has been. Sorta my signature look, ya know..."

He continued to stare, and then with reluctance, referred back to the
colon chart.

"Once the camerah is praced in the colon, it begins to"... Turn. Stop. Stare.

"That mole too veddy big. Makes cancer. That mole go when we do
colonoscopy. Snip Snip, gone".

"No snip, snip.."I reply. "No gone. I like my mole."

"NO NO we snip snip and it go away...just like dat...."

And I'm gonna make like a tree and leave... just like that....

Fortunately my little sis is a doc. "Absolutely, under no condition,
do you allow that man to touch your mole. Go to a skin specialist..have
it checked out."

But Maria..why was he so fascinated by my mole?

"Well, what do you think he NORMALLY looks at everyday??

Ahhhhhh...and therein lies the rub.

So..lesson learned..that's why we have specialists. Don't do anything
without a second opinion. You may lose something, like a defenseless little
mole.

Learn your options.

Like Al Pacino said....

"Say goodnight to the bad guy"...

"Say hello to my little friend......"

Angela Barbeisch.. February 2010