The Other Cancer

In the midst of Brent's terrible #2 treatment, I had minor surgery (well...I wouldn’t call it surgery) to remove more abnormal moles. I had three spots cut out of my left foot. Luckily, the reports came back as abnormal and not melanoma again. The best part about it was that I was awake during the procedure. The dr was going to sedate me, but I forgot I wasn’t supposed to eat after midnight the night before. I woke up that morning, started eating my toast and halfway through it, I remembered. Brent started yelling at me “Spit it out, Spit it out!” At the hospital, I was referred to as “the girl who ate toast”; they didn’t know what to do with me. After quite a bit of embarrassment, the anesthesiologist decided they would just numb my leg. It was so neat being awake during the procedure because I got to talk to the nurses and dr the whole time and he let me sit up and watch part of it.




The Pathetic Patients