My moley mole was cut off on Tuesday. I’ve put up with it being called a cocoa puff/pop, children picking at it, babies wanting to chew on it and finally, leaning against our tiled bathroom wall and the grouted edge of a tile slicing it open. *wince*
My doctor first tried to freeze it off. It grew in size, blistered, got sore and then healed. So he meant business this time with a “size 5″ something or other… He wanted a “size 6″ first and the nurse almost fainted: “But we never use a size six!” Yay me!
Best part of mole removal? I got to lie down in a quiet, airconditioned room. My children (bribed into submission with the promise of lollies) were quiet and intrigued and I very nearly fell asleep.