Yesterday, I was diagnosed with skin cancer. That's the bad news. The good news is that it's the 'best' kind to get, if you see what I mean, because the tiny patch of skin on my temple which has been refusing to heal ever since February this year is a Rodent Ulcer. I initially phoned the practice nurse at the GP's surgery to ask what I could put on it to heal it. She requested a photograph then called me in to take a look at it. I was quite shocked when she referred me to the hospital and even more shocked to be put on a 2 week rapid assessment. Yesterday, the Consultant took one look at the suspect patch of skin and confirmed that it is, indeed, skin cancer. I'm now on the waiting list to have it removed under local anaesthetic. It's not urgent because it will grow very slowly and I'm assured it will not spread anywhere else. I'm thanking my lucky stars at the moment for being seen quickly and hoping that there won't be another lockdown which halts treatment.
Once again I have to thank the absolute angels working in the NHS who are carrying on regardless. I saw for myself yesterday the difficult conditions under which they work every single day. Despite all wearing masks, I could see their smiling eyes when I spoke to them.
God Bless them all.
Stay safe everyone wherever in the world you happen to be x