Happy to report that when I look at my mouth in the mirror, all I see are lips -- not a scar. I'm glad, because that was a very prominent beauty mark that was removed and biopsied.
I haven't gotten word from the insurance company yet, but I'm confident they'll play at least half of the bill. I'm grateful that I was able to afford to have a plastic surgeon do the procedure, as my dermatologist was very frank about how difficult it would be for him to lop it off without scarring.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 60!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live in the burbs and work in the city (Chicago, the best city in the world). I'm an aunt, a friend and a colleague. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.