Mole-Ectomy

 

After a recent Mom’s Movie Night Out, I stood in the lobby catching up with friends I hadn’t seen in a while. Becky waited against the wall, alternating her gaze between my face and my arm.

“What?” I asked her.

She leaned forward and touched a small brown spot on my upper arm. “I think you need to come have that mole removed.”

Lesson number one—Never go to the movies with your doctor.

Lesson number two—Wear long sleeves if you do.

Shaving off my mole with a razor blade? Not my first choice activity. I shuddered. “I think it’s good. Let’s go out to eat instead.”

She raised her eyebrow. “Call my office Monday.”

All weekend I thought about that razor blade and cringed. I asked my husband to come with me and hold my hand. “I have to work,” he said. I told my kids. My son, who gives himself nightly injections, called me a big baby. My daughter offered to perform a musical to take my mind off the pain.

I decided to go alone.

Monday arrived and I sweated the creepy crawlies out in the waiting room reading Fit Pregnancy, even though the last time my belly swelled with child had been 2001. The nurse called my name and took me back to the room. She set out the equipment for my mole excavation.

My hands shook.

When she finally left, I eased back onto the crunchy white paper and closed my eyes. It’s no big deal, I told myself.

“Oops.” The nurse returned pushing a box on wheels. “Forgot this.”

“What is that?” I jerked up.

“It cauterizes the wound when she’s done.” She smiled and pulled the door shut.

What? My tiny mole hole would need to be cauterized? Like burned?

Just as I geared up to sneak out, Becky walked in. “Ready?”

“No, but go ahead. Just remember next time we get together, we have to do something fun that doesn’t involve you cutting or me crying.”

Just in case you worried about my mole—the procedure went fine. Turned out super doctor found another suspicious bugger on my back and I had a double molectomy. But true to her word, after numbing spray and Lidocaine, I didn’t feel a thing. I love you, Becky!

Sometimes anticipation feels worse than the actual event. I waste so much time and energy dreading things that may happen or things that aren’t half the big deal I’ve made them out to be.

Worst case scenario? Real life plays out exactly like my imagination pegged it. Counting the pre-worry anxiety, I’ve wasted double the time and energy fretting.

I think that’s why God tells me not to go there. “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life…Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life? Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself” (Matthew 6:25, 27, 34 NIV).

I can’t change the outcome of an event with worry. But I can drive myself crazy with the pain of dread. And I often do.

God has a much better use for my time than worry. “But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well” (Matthew 6:33 NIV).

I think I lost a good twelve hours of my life dreading what turned out to be a non-event. I still may think twice about going to see another movie with Becky.

Or I maybe I’ll just wear a sweater.

9 Comments

  1. I would enjoy seeing your adorable daughter perform that musical!

    And – “Sometimes anticipation feels worse than the actual event.” That’s the truth. In fact, I’d say anticipation is almost always worse.

    I enjoy your wise and humorous observations, as always.

  2. If there is a next time, I will be happy to go with you. I am glad everything was fine.

  3. Just amazing again your article have me on end of chair…..

    Love ya MOM

  4. Funny set-up, Lori–and a well-worded life lesson.

    Unlike my DH, I do not ponder “worst case scenarios.” Chicken Little did that. See where it got him?

    However, I do have my “moments” and my built-in defense is repetition of The Serenity Prayer.

    You make life lessons a treat. Um. And, I was SO with you on the crackling white papered table doing “self-pep-talks.” Placing us next to each other at that NTCW conference was a God thing for me. 😉

  5. Your doctor would have a field day with me. I’ve got moles all over – at least twenty of them. I was exposed to lots of sun as a kid. Glad the procedure went well for you.

    By the way, there’s a bible verse I love and remember whenever I start to worry:

    Matthew 6:25-27
    “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?”

    Every time I see a bird take flight, I think of that verse and somehow it soothes my soul. There’s something so amazing about the effortlessness birds have when flying that makes me think none of my worries are that difficult compared to what it takes for a bird to fly.

    Uplifting post as always Lori!

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