Thin skin

There is this spot on my forehead, right next to where I had the last surgery for skin cancer. I mean very close to it, so close that Steve, the PA, said to Kareen, "This may be a recurrence." To which I replied, "Yes, I thought the same thing. So should I sue?" They laughed, of course.

This was today. Because I called early this a.m. to see if I could get in to see Dr Burr (you know, he calls me kid), thinking that this spot on my forehead was suspicious--cancer or precancer--because it has been there for three+ weeks. Dr Burr is in Canada, fishing, but they could get me in to see Steve Frelli, the Physician's Assistant. I took it, even though I was supposed to meet the Curves rebels for lunch at the very same time. I call them rebels because they quit Curves because our owner is kind of a talk police person and because the place is austere.

Steve told me, because I asked, that his dad changed the name when he came to this country from Frelliaski (I am not sure of the spelling), which is Polish, to Frelli.

Do you understand that I had never met Steve before? I hope you do.

He's a toucher. He touched my arm and a bit later kind of tickled my shoulder. Then he left the room. When he came back in to do the biopsy, he patted my bare leg (I was wearing capri pants).

I said, "Steve, I do not want to offend you." He said, "Go ahead. I'm not easily offended." I knew he had no idea what I was about to say. I said, "No, I do not want to offend you, but would you please not pat me?"

Could have knocked him over with one finger. He turned red, said, "Oh."

I said, "See, you are offended. I'm sorry."

"No," he said. "I'm just a touchy person. I won't pat you."

"Thanks."

He said, "When you grow up to be 6'3" and have red hair [before he went bald, of course] you don't get offended."

Then I told him about my six-year-old redheaded grandson. That helped.

Back to my head. He did a biopsy because he thinks it's cancer. I hope he's wrong, but I think he's right.

I'm kind of bummed about it.