the bloodsucking, money hungry...

Thursday, Hubby had an appointment with the Dermatologist, Dr. S. (He has not been too happy since I made his original appointment a year or so ago.) Every time he goes they cut something from here or there, freeze the top of his ears - to help renew the skin from all the sun damage*, or nip a mole or two off of his upper and/or lower back.

Thursday was no exception. There has been a mole-ish thing on his upper cheek. I have noticed, it has been growing. I was a little curious why she did not remove it at his last appointment, but as a loving wife I cannot say "why didn't you have her cut off that unsightly...", I'm not that rude. I guess mom's not either, when I mentioned they cut the thing off his face "Yeah I've noticed it too..."

He came home with a band-aid over what was once a "lovely beauty-mark", one over what they "punched" off his leg and another "punch hole" on his back (which was one of the mole-ish reasons I scheduled his original appointment). All the while grumbling about how they are just "bloodsucking, money hungry..." Hence the title of this post. He also can't work-out until the stitches are removed so he doesn't pull anything, etc. (Which adds to the grumbling.)

I just asked if he would rather wear a band-aid for a week or die an untimely, painfull death?

How's that for support and love? Purely selfish on my part, I can't stand the thought of our kids growing up without their daddy. He is such a good daddy! Or the thought me growing old without him just makes me cry. I have completely lucked out in the spouse department. Some of the stories my friends tell me about their spouses or significant others and fathers to their children - sheesh. I am SO completely lucky.

So he called me this morning with the pathology results from his back and face - they don't have the one on his leg back yet "maybe it got lost in the mail?", he says. Could you imagine running across a mole floating in fluid - yuck. Anyway, the back was fine but the one on his face was "basal-something, and Dr. W's nurse is going to call and set up an appointment to remove more", as he recounted non-chalantly. Me on the other end, trying not to flip my lid saying - "BASAL CELL CARCINOMA is CANCER!" Dr. W was my dermatologist for a few years, then about two years ago (before Hubby started going in) he changed to only performing dermotology-related surgeries.

So, now he goes March 1st at noon for more to be removed. At this point, I am grateful for those "bloodsucking, money hungry...". And am grateful I am a nagging wife who makes him do the things that he would rather not do. I am also praying that everything was caught in time This road to be traveled is much smaller and less of a big deal than what my imagination has been leading me down. I should also add, that I don't know the actual diagnosis, just the "basal-something" from hubby.

This is just what my family needs right now, more "good" news. (I hope you get the HUGE amount of sarcasm in that statement.)

*For those who may not know Hubby has spent his ENTIRE life outdoors. Working, playing, sitting, etc. He would probably go off the deep-end if he had to sit at a desk all day. Even on days off, if he happens to just be sitting, he'll continually be commenting about how he should go out and do "something". He also just likes to say things repeatedly like "I should go out an do something" and ask the same question over and over in a slightly different way because he knows it aggravates me. :>)