The Happy Hypochondriac: The Skin Cancer?

My 8-year-old son has a mole on the inside of his ankle. He's had it since he was about one, which means I've been taking him to the dermatologist for an annual skin check since that time. I'm just that kind of lady. It's grown over the years, but they keep telling me it's because HE has grown over the years. Okay, that makes sense. I watch that thing like a hawk and there is a chart at the office that keeps a measurement of the thing.

Well, the other night, I hear a frantic, "Mommy!" So, I casually rushed into his room and he said, "My mole has come off. I think I scratched it off." Oh boy. Taking a moment to try to settle the contents of my stomach back into the correct part of my body, I went in to take a look. It appears as if he has a series of ant bites. In his absent-minded scratching, he has indeed scratched most of the mole off. There's a bit left and the rest of the skin is red and raised. It doesn't look right.

I, of course, have now scheduled an appointment with the dermatologist. They will probably look at me, like "What do you want US to do?" Maybe it's one less step. We now don't have to get it removed eventually. OR, they will tell me it's cancerous and now we are in serious trouble. The cells are growing out of control. Ugh. I've convinced my son it's no big deal. We will just have the doctor take a look. No worries at all. Who's worried? Not me. Not at all.

Source: http://www.happyhypochondriac.com/2012/09/the-skin-cancer.html

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