Thursday, January 15, 2009

Ghost Mole

I forgot this existed until several moments ago. I was on facebook and I thought to myself, " I am on facebook too much, and I have too many important things to say that the 140 character long status messages cannot accommodate." Also, my friends are so pretty it hurts to look at them.

So I'm bringing this back to cyber-life.

Does one still use "cyber" when referencing all things intertubes? Probably not. Cyber is for robotics mostly, isn't it?

This post has nothing to do with music or arts. I'm neither musical nor artistic. I am, however, besotted with moles, one of which has gone missing. I did not lose it. It was removed during something called a "shave biopsy" today at the dermatologist. They injected it with lido cane, and then shaved it off with a straight blade. The remaining flesh was covered with a small circular band-aid that I have since removed.

I find myself touching the vacant (and increasingly tender. ouch. ) spot on my chin that the mole once occupied, and it is startling to find nothing there. Don't people who lose limbs say they some times still feel them; "ghost limb" or "phantom limb" is, I think, the appropriate term. I have a ghost mole.

I used to despise it. I once stuck a column of scotch tape down the center of my face and drew a line of symmetry to identify which side of my chin the mole was on because I could never figure it out and it drove me crazy. It is (was) just to the right. Many people, who it strikes me now were probably a bit dense, thought I had food or dirt stuck on my face. People who had known me for years. I came to dislike them instead, and I grew defensive of the mole, protective even. Eventually, I became proud of it. I saw it as a symbol of overcoming aesthetic adversity. I liked it. My mom called it my "cindy mole." My deprecating friends and I called it "cancy." I think we may have been awful people then.

So, it's mostly gone now and I am disappointed. I feel like I might suddenly be a different person. The Doctor cannot tell if she will need to remove it at the root or not. That depends on the results of the biopsy. If the results are normal, the mole may or may not grow back. I hope it does.


LIST OF OCCURENCES WHILE POSTING:

1.) I spelled "biopsy" "bopsy" twice while typing. I prefer the word "bopsy;" a pleasant alternative spelling for a word that connotes pathology.

2.) My boss Cathy received a fancy new thermos that came with a warning to not put carbonated liquids in it. "May cause top to forcefully eject" it said. Hehehe.

1 comment:

cheshirecatgrin said...

What a moving testament of love to what many would think of as a devastating life set-back. That you have succeeded in career and personal relationships to the level that you have in spite of...no, BECAUSE of your disfigurement, is an astonishing story of courage that Oprah should know about. Your mole, like Barbara Walters' speech impediment, is your flaming sword of truth. You are a modern day...er...somebody who overcame something. I hope it grows back too! Oh, and "bopsy" is officially my "made up word of the day", and that's really saying something as a woman just told me she was busy "interpretating" something I'd sent her.