Mary
was forty-two when she noticed a large mole near her belly button. She was certain it wasn’t there before. Mary told herself it was probably nothing to
worry about. She had several moles in other
places. Yet her anxious brain took her
thoughts to dark places. Besides, she
was on the other side of forty. She was
not too young to die.
She
made an appointment with a dermatologist.
The doctor told Mary the medical term for the skin condition, but it
went over her head. In short, likely not
cancerous. To be safe, the doctor stated
she could remove it. Mary had always been
safe.
Mary
laid back as the doctor prepared for the procedure. She had it sliced away leaving a scar. Perhaps she should have applied more lotion to
the area, but at least her mind was quiet for now.
