My dad had skin cancer surgery yesterday. He has had this surgery before, so he knows what to expect. But still there is the nervousness and apprehension each time he has to have another cancerous growth removed. Too many years working outdoors, as a pipefitter and a gardener, and playing golf have taken their toll. And always in the back of his mind (and ours) is the memory of his best friend, B, who died of malignant melanoma almost twenty-five years ago.
I am thankful that my father's surgery went well. My mom says that his incision is almost two inches long, but it looks as if it will heal nicely. I hope that the surgeon was able to remove all the cancer so that my dad will have "clean borders." At this point it seems likely that this won't be the last time my father will need to have a cancerous growth removed, but I'm thankful that his dermatologist and surgeon work well together and actively monitor his condition.
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