The healing process

So, the healing process is also a long one. I leave wet patches where I lie, and skin bits too. I’m all in all a walking gross person.  My corn flake armpit as my husband calls it, needs constant attention, has been leaking all over my sheets and tops and really is quite painful. I’m in a strop most of the time then laughing at the state of me the next. I think I’ve lost my mind.

My poor son wonders what on earth he has done wrong when he reaches to grab me and shoves his hand in my armpit. Bless him.   Poor hubby may as well be sleeping in another room as he has to be so careful at night.. we have an invisible layer of eggs down the middle haha

I think I am starting to heal. Its spreading away from my armpit towards my back and my new skin is starting to come through. Its pinker than a newborns bottom so I’m going to be multicoloured and multi skinned when I am finished.

I am seeing the doctor on the 18th. He wants to give me an ultrasound scan and discuss the possibility of me having interferon.  I’ve decided that if any drug or trial is offered to me, I will not turn it down.  After all this is my life we are talking about and its worth everything I’ve got and haven’t got. So I will do what ever it takes to save it. Wouldn’t you?  Id hate to wake up in 2 years with another melanoma wondering what if I’d tried what they offered in the first place!

Apart from not doing much at all recently I’ve done a little of nothing too. Such an exciting life I lead. It makes a change though. I’d much rather choose a nice quiet life over bus rides and flakey snake-skin any day..

Here are the latest photos. Warning as they are not pretty.

Taken 13/08

Taken 14/08