A Slow Day
As it turned out, I was ready for a quiet, slow day today. No more numbing goodies in the facial cheek. We are now in the healing mode. It’s my job to clean the wound twice a day and keep it covered with Vaseline. When I uncovered the wound today I was surprised at the angle and length of the stitch area. Yesterday after all the cancerous tissue was removed, it was a perfect circle
the size of a quarter. As I sat with a towel over my face and Dr. Davis was stitching me up, what came to mind was me darning my family’s sock. I can imagine he needed to elongate the wound for the skin and tissue to be manipulated into a workable stitch pattern that will eventually not be seen. I am thrilled to have it behind me.
Most of skin cancer shows itself after decades of when the actual damage was done. I can believe that. Being out on hay racks stacking bales, walking beans or just being a farm kid, we never thought much of getting sun burned. Who ever heard of sun screen! Taking it slow is not all bad. This afternoon I laid on the bed in the west porch with the windows open, listening to the wind chimes and birds. Time to smell the lilacs outside of the porch. Priceless.