Aslaug's Axe Shed

I don’t know how else to say this but to say it outright, like I did to my family.

This morning, I visited my MD. She spent all of two minutes looking at some birthmarks on my left arm that are not behaving like birthmarks are supposed to do, and then she referred me to a skin-specialist to make sure I am not developing skin cancer.

I have no information yet. The appointment to get checked is next month, on the nineteenth of march, but suffice to say that something is wrong. Three birthmarks are behaving all wrong. One is growing, one itches so badly I scratch it until it bleeds while I sleep and the wound takes forever to heal, and the last one is bulging up from my arm like it’s infected, and it is quite sore. I have dry patches of skin on my arm as well which bleed when I scratch it. It can be a number of other things as well, I’m sure, but to be honest, it felt like a bucket of cold water in my face to be told this … even if I had feared that before talking to my doctor.

I won’t know anything until next month after I get checked by that specialist, so it’s no use asking me all kinds of questions. I don’t want to diagnose myself, and I don’t have any more information to give than this. I don’t want to get all gloomy, because first of all I don’t know what is going on for sure, and secondly, it’s not helping. But I’d be lying if I didn’t admit this to be the kind of message to have a serious impact on me.

I ask for everyone’s understanding until this is cleared up. Once I know more, I’ll write more.