I am not going to bore you with a blow by blow account of the gory details but my lesion excision and biopsy went well yesterday, thanks to the Plastic Surgery team at the Cottage Hospital. The utterly charming Professor Rai and his team of wonderful professional, kind and supportive nurses all did their utmost to put me at my ease. They are a shining example of all that is great about our National Health Service. Not for profit but for the patient.
I was impressed by the little hand held buzzing device that the surgeon held against my leg to block the pain whilst he injected the anaesthetic. Apparently it works by blocking the pain signals from travelling along the nerve to the brain. What a great little gadget.
The lesion was quite large and the healing and recovery process is going to be longer than I originally anticipated. Two weeks of complete rest at first, keeping my leg raised as much as possible and six weeks of further care before it is properly healed. No walking around and just limited activity for a while. I should get the biopsy results in a couple of weeks and feel hopeful that further surgery will not be required.
Although only a minor procedure it has still caused some pain, discomfort and inconvenience, however, for me it is worth it if it means that I am less likely to become seriously ill from skin cancer.
I really do not understand how so many people are willing to put themselves through far more invasive procedures purely in a quest for youth and beauty. It seems like madness.
P has been looking after me since the op. He made lunch, endless cups of tea with hobnobs and paracetamol and even braved the rain last night to get a takeaway. He's a softie at heart really.