mismatched
I had the pleasure of starting my day with an appointment to see my Dermatologist. After reading my history chart about my Dad, the doctor turned into a kid in a candy store searching for every funky mole and freckle on my body. After finding three, one between my toes, shoulder and chest he was quick to get out the honkin' needle that he didn't try to hide from me and started between my toes, OUCHIE. He wanted to cut them off to send to the lab for testing. Joy. He also informed me that my ears don't match my body. Yeah, you heard me. Basically he told me that I have ears of a weathered golfer. Peachy.
For those who don't know about my Father, he had melanoma skin cancer a few years back. One morning he woke and shaved his beard that he had since he retired from the State several years ago. I believe God led him to shave it because underneath the beard was a rapidly spreading cancerous mole on the side of his face. I thank God he listened to his body and insisted that it be removed and tested. If he would have waited even three weeks he probably would not be with us today.
I'm excited for the weekend. Adam and I are going to Lauren and Nathan's Halloween party Saturday night. Now, to find costumes. Maybe we will just go as Adam and Mel. Ha.
UPDATE: We just received word that Adam's house SOLD this morning. Yay, so Adam should be moving into our home sometime late November early December. Woo Hoo!!!
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