Five years on from my melanoma, and I've had my last all-clear and been officially ex-communicated from Dermy-tology. And, boy, what a relief. Honestly, I knew it was coming coz other than fresh wrinkles deeper than my husband's pockets, and pores so large you can see them from the Curiosity rover on Mars, I haven't had much in the way of scariness on my skin.
The only scarey growth (because I had my lymph glands removed) is my left ankle, now named Penn...
(It's the rug under my legs that's hairy. Honestly.)
In fairness, I've been let off pretty lightly. My legs would never have won a competition before, and they don't swell up that much. And it's not as if I'd be showing them off in our Scottish climate anyway.
So to summarise - I'm feeling pretty darn delighted.
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