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Good news! 2010-03-15 - 1:33 p.m. First things first: not skin cancer. Yay! The official diagnosis was �spitz nevus� (pronounced spits knee-vsss � apparently very fast and run-together as if it was one word). Wikipedia has this to say about it, but it�s not very illuminating and the most interesting parts are that it is usually developed by children and is actually rarer than skin cancer. The only real red flag it raised with my skin-cancer doctor was that, while Spitz nevi are not cancer and are not considered to be a pre-cancerous condition, they are unpredictable and can turn cancerous suddenly. The treatment is therefore similar to what you�d expect had a melanoma been found: once a year I have to have my skin checked for suspicious bumps and growths, and if they find any other nevi they have to cut them out. This one was excised completely so I didn�t have to have any more cut out, but a small rough patch on my lower lip now has 6 weeks to resolve itself or my doctor�s taking a tissue sample of it too. That�s right. A tissue sample FROM MY FACE! I�m looking forward to that about as much as you can imagine, especially considering the size of the crater she took from my leg. She tried to reassure me that she wouldn�t need to take as much and that faces heal faster than legs, but I�m hoping that my lip smoothes out again before the end of April all on its own. I have to admit it�s not likely though, since it was what got me referred to the specialist in January and I�d had it for a couple of months at that point. Bleah. :: Last week I took and afternoon off so I could spend some time with my husband. Guilty as I sometimes feel about all the time I spend away from my kids, I freely acknowledge that the one who gets the shaft the most, my-time-wise, is my poor significant other. We went to see that Percy Jackson movie (The Lightning Thief). My verdict: the effects are fantastic and the acting abilities of the older, supporting cast far outstrip those of the younger main characters. The writing was a bit cheesy as well. Still, we weren�t looking for anything heavy or too chick-flick-y, so this fit the bill in those respects. :: Last night I dreamt I was sitting next to Rob Rummel-Hudson in a meeting on accommodation standards, telling him as an aside that he should have come to Weetacon this year. Clearly my subconscious thinks my real life and online life are colliding. :: A scene from the Weetacon: Me (to Chad): I�m not going to limbo. No way. The limbo just isn�t my thing. Fellow Weetacon reveller in the crowd: Bruce! Get in there! Me (to Chad): Hold my drink�
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