Scarface Bell survives another day!
Well, the worst is over. I had the Mohs surgery yesterday and the doctor said she got all the cancer. (Yay!) She had to make three passes to get it all, but we were on our way home after a little more than four hours. I've been trying to take it easy, using ice packs every couple of hours and taking Tylenol. Today was kind of scary in that I had to take the pressure dressing off and begin caring for the wound with cleaning and antibiotic creams. I was afraid of what I'd see and I wasn't disappointed. Let's just say the incision is pretty impressive. It goes from the outer corner of my eye to my hairline. It should shape up to be the biggest scar yet for all my skin cancer surgeries. I guess I'm at the age where I'm not going to mess around with any wimpy scars--give me some with character. Yeah! Maybe I'll use some of my so-called creativity and come up with some good stories to go with them--knife-fight in a biker bar, saving a child from the jaws of an alligator, crack-up while drag racing at the Daytona 500, there's got to be something interesting inside this fuzzy skull.