Biopsy

When I was younger there was always a certain mole on my neck that I didn't want. I would always say that I wanted it to be removed, I hated it. I thought it looked so stupid and that everybody secretly laughed at me for it. The years have passed and to be honest, I have started to like it, quite a bit actually. I feel like it's a part of me and that it made me beautiful, it almost felt like a trademark to me. One day, when I went to the dermatologist the doctor said that it looked suspicious for cancer and that we should remove it. It was rather sad to hear, but I would rather have it removed than have cancer, so we set up an appointment.
Today is the day that the appointment was set for and I was extremely nervous. They numbed the area with a local anesthesia, which was rather painful to be honest. Then they started the procedure. I couldn't see what they were doing, but I could hear the sound of scissors and a buzzing noise, it was terrifying. The biopsy lasted about 5 minutes and it felt really short, but not that short. The biopsy itself wasn't that bad, it just feels like a blow to me to loose that mole. I know that sounds silly, but I really started to get attached to it and it's weird to think about how I won't ever have it again. However, the good news is that I won't have cancer because of it. For me, it brings a whole new meaning to the phrase, 'You don't know what you've got till it's gone.' I've really learned to appreciate everything about me because God made me just the way I am for a reason. And to Him every part of me is beautiful, even the parts that I hate.