So I just got a call from my mom. She noticed a weird mole on her calf earlier this month, and because she was all, “hm, I don’t remember having a mole there?” she decided to have it removed. Which, as it turned out, was a fucking excellent idea, because her doctor contacted her today about the results of the biopsy and...surprise!!! It’s cancer!!!
Specifically, it’s melanoma, because of fucking course the universe can’t be cool for once and maybe go with the less severe version of skin cancer, jesus christ.
Her doctor is pretty confident they excised all of it, but they still want to take a larger chunk out of her leg just to be sure. And, y’know, more blood tests and shit. Just to be sure. And I know it’s probably going to be fine and I know she’s probably going to be okay, but it’s, like. For fuck’s sake. It’s my mom. After everything we’ve already dealt with this year, I really, really, really need my mom to be okay.
Fuck 2019, y’all. This year can die in a fucking fire already.
