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| 25 years ago, at about this time of year, while anxious over finishing my Ph.D, I finally decided to check out the irregular growth on my head. I went to the health services office, had a consultation.a with a doctor. He prodded and examined the mass, and concluded I had a cyst. The are usually not dangerous, but it probably should be removed. Make an appointment, and he will give me a local anesthetic, and then cut it right out. I took comfort in his diagnosis, and made an appointment as quickly as possible. |
| The day of the procedure I came in and lay down on the examining table, and got the injection of the numbing agent. In a few minutes I could put this chapter of my life behind me. That would be a such a relief. The surgeon drew the scapel cross my temple just beside the nodule, and opened my skin.......................... |
| "Oops". |
| Of all the words one would care to hear from a man with a knife to your head, that ranks pretty low. I asked if everything was OK. He said don't worry. The rest of the session, the doctor was very uncomfortable. After explaining the care of my wound, he switched to small talk, and seemed to try to quickly get me out of the office. There was something he was not telling me. |
| Stay tuned for more of the story. |
| (Cancer Chronicles is a series of status updates that account the events of 25 years ago when I went through a bout with cancer. Its purposes are multi-fold: catharsis, education, information, celebration, etc. ) |
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