If you haven’t read Part 1, you can read that first here.
So two weeks ago now, I had my mole removal and biopsy. It was such a weird, surreal and traumatic experience. Maybe I’m being a little dramatic, but it was definitely weird.
I have no problems with going under the knife. I’ve had my fair share of operations, not forgetting my breast enlargement. What really worried me about the removal was the fact that I would be awake throughout whole the procedure.
I headed to Durham University Hospital, feeling very nervous. I waited around half an hour or so and then was called to meet my surgeon who needed me to sign a permission form which stated I understood what was going on and why the removal was happening.
Once the form was signed, I waited 15 minutes and the next thing I knew I was being led into theatre. I asked if my Mam could come with me because I was so frightened but unfortunately she wasn’t allowed. I know I’m 21 and technically an adult but you’re never too old for your Mam to hold your hand and tell you everything’s going to be alright.
I lay on the bed and the nurses began to wire me up! My heart was literally going ninety, I could hear it and see it on the monitor next to me. I was given a local anaesthetic to numb the side of my face where the mole was. My face was then washed by a nurse to make sure it was all clean and then they began to cover up my body plus pretty much all of my face except my jawline where the mole sat. I was so pleased because I certainly didn’t want to see what they were removing the mole with.
Just as the surgeon was about to go in, I was like… ‘I DON’T FEEL NUMB ENOUGH!’ I wasn’t numb like when you’re numb at the dentist, I was just numb in one place of my face. The surgeon explained I wouldn’t know till they’d made the first incision so I just had to trust him!
I was numb enough thank god, I couldn’t feel a thing. It was a mind thing, knowing what they were doing to my face was the scariest part. I immediately felt so overwhelmed as they began, I had an urge to cry my eyes out but I soldiered on and within no time it was all over.
I’m not going to lie, it felt like it went on forever, however, the whole procedure only took around 20 minutes. So it was all over, I was left with my stitches and the waiting game began for my results. My Mam said I was white as a sheet when I came out. It was just a weird situation.
The rest of the day I mooped around and felt sorry for myself. I couldn’t see anything as it had a dressing over it. I was told to just let the dressing come off and when it did cover with Vaseline.
When the dressing did come off three days later, I couldn’t believe the size of it. I’m not sure what exactly I expected to be left with on my jawline but I certainly didn’t expect it to be this big. I know it’s not massive, but it’s not exactly the same size as the mole. I think it was at this point in the process of all this happening that the seriousness of the whole thing really hit me. I definitely didn’t feel my self.
It looked quite gory back then when I look at it in this photo. The stitches make it look far worse than it actually is!
Fast forward to last Monday, after what felt like the longest week in the world. I had my stitches removed. I was really worried about getting my stitches removed as it’s supposed to really hurt getting them out and with six in the side of my face it was very daunting. However it was such a nice feeling getting them removed as they’d started to become very itchy, so when they were cut, I can only describe the sensation as having an itch and it FINALLY being scratched.
After the stitches were removed, obviously the first thing I did was look in the mirror. The scar I’ve been left with is incredibly neat and tidy. Once the redness finally settles and I get lathering it in bio-oil I think it’ll be unnoticeable. I hope it will just blend in with my face. I’ve been putting makeup on and it’s just blends nicely in all honesty so I’m really happy.
I can’t thank the doctors enough for all they’ve done for me! Our NHS really is amazing, isn’t it?! The waiting game is still on, but no news is good news right?! I’m feeling really positive about it, you can’t worry about something you can’t change. What will be, will be. I can’t let it consume my mind at the minute because as far as I feel I’m fine! I’d just like to take this moment to mention how grateful I am for the support I’ve received within the past two weeks, not only from my Mam and boyfriend but from you readers and other bloggers PLUS not forgetting the staff and community within MelonomaMe. You will never know how much it’s meant to me!
I’ll keep you all updated on the results!