I'm WHAT?!

Today was "mole inspection day". Must say I was a tad worried about what the dermatologist might find given the reaction of the surgeon who was to have removed two "suspicious" moles back in late November. Turns out, I travelled to North Vancouver on something akin to a fool's errand. The dermatologist checked me very thoroughly, from head to toe - literally, and said there was only one mole (on my right breast) that should be monitored for any change. Everything else, including the spots that had concerned the surgeon and my GP, turn out to be little more than evidence that I am over the age of 30. Yup, I gots me a fine and varied crop of seborrheic keratoses, freckles, and skin tags as well as a few other technical-sounding oddities. Nothing really remarkable or bad in the dermatologist's opinion, just signs of an aging body. Imagine. Me. Old. Who'd a thunkit? Must say I am very relieved to not have a pound of flesh peeled from my back. Not the weight-loss route I want to be taking in any case.