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I have had multiple things frozen off my skin, two things cut OUT of my skin that required plastic surgery, a couple of other things just straight-up cut out, a few 'shave' biopsies, a round of Efudex (preventative), a couple of rounds of light therapy (another preventative) and now, the latest in the series, I'm undergoing imiquimod therapy for a basal cell carcinoma on my left shoulder.
It works like this: you get the news that you have a BCC, then the doctor either says 'let's go for surgery' or they say 'you can use this goo once a day for a month and see if that gets rid of it.' I opted for the goo this time, and since the middle of January have been applying it once a day to the spot and surrounding area, as it says on the label to do.
For a couple of weeks, nothing happened. That indicated to me that the shave biopsy got all the bad stuff.
How naive I was.
Starting around week 3, the spot began to inflame. And itch, and swell up in a dermatologic snit. Not long thereafter, an adjacent spot began similarly snitting. Another BCC or anomaly? Possibly, so I widened the treatment area a little, and am now suffering the comeuppance of that action, as there are now 4 added small spots that have loud-mouthed their way into my awareness.
FIVE spots that itch and hurt. In the bra-strap area. Understandably then, I have not worn a bra in the last week unless absolutely necessary. I hope sweatshirt season sticks around a while longer, but it's supposed to be 80F today and I'm not sure I convince ANYONE that a sweatshirt is needed under those conditions. I pray for a strong wind to make a cover-up a plausibility.
Yesterday, after I took a shower and thereby softened up the scabs on those 5 spots, I had a burst of enthusiasm and got dressed to head out to do some errands. That included an unfortunate decision to wear a bra (it was in the 70s!) and not tie up my hair, which goes to the middle of my back when loose. I also wore a loose-necked shirt, because comfort. Things were going great, except for the intense itch of once of the spots that hides out under a bra strap, until I turned around to grab the seatbelt and a strand of hair that hds gotten STUCK in a scab tore loose and just about made me say a bad word.
That's right, I ripped off a scab using only my HAIR.
Y'all, I don't know how women get their nethers waxed, if it's anything like ripping off a scab by the hair-removal method. That chit burns, folks.
Nearly 24 hours later, as I sit here typing this, I can feel each and every one of the irritated spots on that shoulder.
As a result, I have stopped treating the area. Enough damage has been done. Six weeks is two weeks longer that I was told I needed to treat, and so I applaud myself as an overachiever, satisfied that I've done what's needed. Treated one spot, came up with 4 more. Enough.
Tomorrow though I might start on the OTHER shoulder, just to see what's there. And maybe buy a strapless bra, so I can be publicly supported while my shoulders go all meth-addict.
Time will tell.