Tending toward worst case scenarios, I've been bothered by a raised mole on my shoulder that seemed to evolve from a regular old freckle over the summer. A voice inside hisses - you're probably going to die from a highly treatable skin cancer because you avoided being seen for so long. Today I went to an Urgent Care where the very young Physician's Assistant told me the mole was still brown and shaped ok. Cancer is apparently black and patterned in a certain recognizable way. She of course wouldn't make an actual judgement but recommended I find a dermatologist to be on the safe side. That's probably all I need to quiet the voices for now.
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