I made an appointment with my dermatologist last week. There are several worrisome areas that I see each day and I wanted to get them looked at. One new spot on my lower neck/upper chest that I first thought was ringworm [not at all, not even close, as it turns out] has been scaring me for about a month. At first the ringworm thought, but as it darkened ever so slightly and domed and then progressed into a textured spot, I began to panic. It looked just like cancer to me. Everyone who saw it said I needed to hurry and get it looked at.
It is something. It is a ‘gift of sorts’ from my parents and their parents and even their parents. It’s in my DNA, something that I’ve always had and always will have. Furthermore — so sorry, kiddos — all of my children will have these blotches, too. Ugh for them!
Seborrheic keratosis (seb-o-REE-ik care-uh-TOE-sis).
From the American Academy of Dermatology, it is a common skin growth. It may look worrisome, but it is benign (not cancer). These growths often appear in middle-aged and older adults. Uh- huh! That’s me!! Some people get just one. It is, however, more common to have many. They are not contagious.
Most often seborrheic keratoses start as small, rough bumps. Then slowly they thicken and get a warty surface. They range in color from white to black. Most are tan or brown.
They can appear almost anywhere on the skin.
Seborrheic keratoses can look like warts, moles, actinic keratoses, and skin cancer. They differ, though, from these other skin growths. Seborrheic keratoses have a waxy, “pasted-on-the-skin” look. Some look like a dab of warm, brown candle wax on the skin. Others may resemble a barnacle sticking to a ship.
So, I made a day of it. I was at the doctor midday. When I finished up there, I went to Great Harvest and had a big bowl of Chicken Wild Rice Soup! Delish to the moon and back! I went to several craft stores, found a new Wood Connection in Layton, shopped at Quilted Bear [I’m still using the gift card I got from Stephen for Christmas] And, on the way home I treated myself to Taggert’s Grill in Morgan. There is nothing quite like their Chicken Artichoke Soup. Oh, my goodness what a total delight.
I love going on a little road trip. I love a day-trip to Utah and all my favorite places. I usually hit the same types of places whenever I run. And, even though I am usually by myself, I don’t mind at all. I can pick and choose to my heart’s content. I would have loved to go to the temple that day, too, but both the Bountiful and Ogden Temples were closed for maintenance and deep cleaning. If I had planned better, I could have run to Brigham City.
Even though I’m mostly alone . . I’m content. Hubs and I haven’t done anything together for years! I gave up on that. I used to say, hey do you want to go out to dinner and he’d say, no just bring me something. Huh? I’d invite him to a movie and he’d say he’d rather just stay home and watch something on his TV. OK. Fine. But I’m still going to go and do. I’m still going to see and enjoy. I’m still going to create and connect. He’s miserable. I’m not. There must be a connection with staying connected.
I’m sad how things have turned out. But I’ve worn myself out trying to make something of nothing. I used to at least go through the motions and now I don’t even manage that. There is a cancer . . for sure . . It’s just not on my skin.