I have always had this fairly large mole on my lower back. It's always big fairly large, but over the past couple of years it has grown to fairly immense proportions (for a mole). It's now about the size of the fingernail on my thumb. It's also two different colors - a dark brown and a light brown. It's totally irregularly shaped too, and within the past 6 months has started sort of "raising" where I can feel a roughness when I rub my finger over it.
It never scared me. I am not really afraid of dying, even a tortuous and hideously painful death. The whole "bomb shelter" thing. Fuck that. I'll just stop up top. If I live, I live, if not so be it.
But, the other night after "J" and I had sex, we took a shower together. Afterward, I was leaning over my bathroom faucet brushing my teeth and she came behind me and said I need to have my mole taken off "like yesterday." She's all worried and I've never really had somebody to worry about me like that.
So, I don't even have a regular doctor because I hate them so much. I go to this come-as-you-go clinic when I absolutely have to. Sigh. I guess I need to set up an appointment to have them refer me to a dermatologist.
Because... and nobody else knows this, but you all. I have a second very large mole on the inside of my ass cheek that has gotten itchy and has been bothering me for a few months. I also have a larger one on my upper back, but it's not raised or multi-color yet. Just irregularly shaped.
Skin cancer and melanoma runs rampant in my pale-skinned family.
Let's hope it's not too late!