In the exam room chair, a chair where 1000’s of other anxious souls have sat before me, they took 15 minutes and a 10 blade and they cut into my nose.
What was left, was a gaping 1 inch hole.
They called me a week later to tell me the results were benign, they told me I was lucky.
As “luck” would have it I was indeed lucky, I wasn’t going to need something horrific such as “Mohs” surgery, a thought that was weighing heavily on my mind.
But this second scar on my face would send me into a tailspin of despair and regret. One that even 5 months later I am struggling to overcome.
