This is a bare bones account of what’s happened in recent days. The cyst I referred to so glibly in my previous post turned out not to be a cyst after all but instead was a metastatic melanoma. This obviously came as a shock not only to me, but also to my dermatologist and—I would hope—my GP, who first inspected it. I have no symptoms of recurrence and feel fine. Unfortunately, that’s not good enough. With this bit of news I am now stage 4 and back in the belly of the beast.
I saw my new oncologist this morning and he immediately ordered a brain MRI and a PET/CT, which should locate any additional mets that may be lurking. Based on the transit of cancer cells to my face from my groin, where I had a lymphectomy almost two years ago, there could be trouble almost anywhere. I will know soon.
This is a bitter pill. It’s hard to write this, knowing that there could be more bad news in coming days. I always knew that this day could come, but never expected I would be quite so blindsided. I’m reeling.