Your Gut is Your Truest Guide

This is why you should always trust your gut and be your own advocate when it comes to your health care. My harrowing experience when I didn’t listen to my instincts, featuring detailed accounts and my basal cell carcinoma Mohs surgery pictures. Learn from my journey to ensure it doesn’t happen to you.

For two years, the weight of this story has pressed upon me, a narrative I felt compelled to share but found too difficult to articulate. Revisiting that period, fraught with fear and the stark reality of my basal cell carcinoma surgery, was an emotional challenge. Yet, the time has come. My experience, originally documented in October 2018, holds vital lessons about self-advocacy in healthcare, lessons I am now ready to impart.

The Unshakeable Importance of Trusting Your Gut in Healthcare

If you’re particularly sensitive to medical images or descriptions, you may have already navigated away from this article. However, if you’re still here, I’m truly grateful for your presence. My intention in sharing this deeply personal account is not to shock, but to inform and empower. From the moment I first noticed a persistent, scaly spot on my scalp, I knew I had to share this journey. It wasn’t just about my individual struggle; it was about preventing others from enduring a similar, potentially life-threatening, ordeal.

My story began in mid-2014. I discovered a small, rough bump on the top of my head. Like many, I initially dismissed it, hoping it would simply disappear on its own. After six months, however, the spot remained stubbornly present, and my intuition began to nag at me. I’ve always been diligent about my skin health, especially given a significant family history of skin cancer. Regular dermatologist visits have been a constant in my life, no matter where I’ve lived, and I’ve undergone numerous removals of precancerous moles. Prevention, for me, is not just a philosophy; it’s a proactive stance.

So, I scheduled an appointment with my dermatologist. I explained my concerns, referencing my family history and my persistent intuition that this spot was different. To my surprise, I was told it was “just dermatitis” and advised to apply a generic liquid treatment. For a few months, this seemed to help, but inevitably, the scabby spot returned, more persistent than ever.

This was the first critical juncture where I ignored my gut, which screamed that the diagnosis was wrong. My internal dialogue was a battle: “He’s an expert, I’m not,” I reasoned, “he must be right.” I rationalized away my instincts, convinced that a medical professional’s opinion superseded my own unsettling feeling. Instead of pushing for further diagnostic tests, I silently hoped my gut was mistaken, and that the “dermatitis” would eventually resolve itself.

Six months later, the persistent spot continued to bother me, both physically and psychologically. Driven by a lingering unease, I sought a second opinion from my general practitioner. To my dismay, I received the exact same “diagnosis” – dermatitis. Again, my gut forcefully rejected this conclusion, but a part of me desperately wanted it to be true. I think I was afraid of what “more” might entail, so I clung to the hope that both doctors were right, and my inner voice was simply overreacting. I carried on for another six months, inadvertently delaying crucial treatment.

Why Prioritizing Your Instincts Can Be a Lifesaver: My Health Advocacy Journey

This period of denial and self-doubt extended for yet another year. I continued to live with a growing sense that something was fundamentally wrong, despite the reassurances of medical professionals. My gut, a reliable compass throughout my life, rarely led me astray, and its insistent whispers about this particular spot grew louder and more urgent. Finally, after two years of living with the misdiagnosis, I made a definitive decision.

I returned to the first dermatologist, this time with a renewed resolve. I reiterated, firmly and clearly, that something was just not right. I wouldn’t leave until I had a conclusive diagnosis for this persistent, troubling spot. Faced with my unwavering insistence, the dermatologist agreed to perform a punch biopsy. Lying on the examination table, preparing for a procedure that I knew would leave an open wound on my scalp, a wound that would take time to heal, I was ready. I was ready to prove either myself or him right. Deep down, I still hoped he was right, that it was truly “just dermatitis.”

• The moment he punched off the small piece of skin and lifted it, his expression changed. His immediate words echoed the chilling confirmation of my fears: “Oh… you’re going to have to have the surgeon look at this.”
• My gut was undeniably right. The profound sense of dread that had shadowed me for two long years was now validated. It was precisely what I had feared, despite my fervent hopes to be wrong.

The Ordeal of Mohs Surgery: A Fight Against Basal Cell Carcinoma

The biopsy results confirmed basal cell carcinoma. Then began three agonizing months of waiting for a surgery date. That summer felt like an eternity, a period of profound anxiety and uncertainty. I had absolutely no idea how invasive or straightforward the procedure would be to remove the basal cell carcinoma from my scalp. My initial naivety about the severity of Mohs surgery was soon shattered.

As they began to shave a significant portion of my hair, a wave of dread washed over me. I realized then that this was far more serious than I had ever imagined, and indeed, it was. I was undergoing Mohs surgery, a meticulous procedure designed to remove skin cancer layer by layer while preserving healthy tissue. The process was grueling: the affected area was excised, I was bandaged, then sent to a waiting room filled with other skin cancer patients. There, we awaited pathology results, hoping with every fiber of our being that the margins were clear. For me, they weren’t.

I was called back into the chair for a second round of basal cell cancer Mohs surgery. As the initial anesthesia began to wear off, the surgeon had to re-administer local anesthetic, sticking a needle directly into the large, open wound on my scalp. The pain, both physical and emotional, was overwhelming. It was at this moment that I completely broke down. I started to sob uncontrollably, the kind of ugly, gut-wrenching cry that comes from a place of profound fear and sadness. My tears even startled the doctor a little.

There I was, a 41-year-old woman, weeping like a child in a doctor’s office, with an open, golf-ball-sized hole in my head that extended all the way to my skull. The surgeon, unsure if my distress was purely from pain, paused, and I felt compelled to explain. I recounted the heartbreaking story of my favorite aunt, who, in her mid-40s – just like me – had been diagnosed with skin cancer. She was told it had been completely removed, given a clean bill of health. A few years later, she became horribly ill, only to discover the cancer hadn’t been fully eradicated and had spread aggressively. She passed away within six months.

The fear of history repeating itself, of facing a similar fate, was paralyzing. I simply couldn’t bear the thought of this happening to me too. After that emotionally charged moment, and another round of tissue removal, the pathology finally came back clear. The relief was immense, and the surgeon meticulously stitched me up.

The recovery process was arduous, taking a full year for me to be completely healed. For a good six months, I had to wear headbands to conceal the wound, which required diligent packing with salve to keep it moist. It was a challenging location, both physically and socially. Yet, through it all, I focused on the positive, on the invaluable lessons I had learned, and how I could transform this painful experience into a source of empowerment for others.

Empowering Others: Key Takeaways from My Skin Cancer Journey

My journey has instilled in me crucial insights that I am eager to share with others, hoping to spare them from a similar ordeal:

• Trust your gut when you feel something just isn’t right with your health. Your body often sends subtle signals. Learn to listen to them. Ignoring these intuitive warnings can lead to delayed diagnoses and more invasive treatments.
• Don’t procrastinate. As soon as you suspect something may be wrong, get it looked at. Early detection is paramount for skin cancer and many other conditions. The sooner you act, the simpler the treatment and recovery often are.
• Visit an array of different doctors to get multiple opinions. If a diagnosis doesn’t sit right with you, or if symptoms persist despite treatment, don’t hesitate to seek out other specialists. Different perspectives can uncover what a single physician might overlook.
• Demand tests that may rule out what you suspect may be the problem. Be an active participant in your healthcare. If you have a strong intuition about a specific issue, and your doctor is hesitant to order tests, advocate for yourself. In my case, if I had demanded a biopsy much earlier, I strongly suspect my surgery and recovery would have been significantly less traumatic.

Has this experience changed me? Most definitely, it has! I used to identify as a “glass half empty” kind of person, prone to negativity. While I won’t claim those days never occur anymore, they are far less frequent and less consuming than before. This ordeal forced me to confront my own mortality and re-evaluate my priorities, fostering a profound appreciation for life and resilience.

Does it suck that I have a bald spot on the top of my head that will never grow hair again? Yes, it does. It’s a permanent reminder of what I went through. However, my perspective has shifted dramatically. I view it as a small price to pay, a visible trophy of survival. “It could have been worse,” I remind myself daily, “and as long as I don’t have to go through that again, I am just fine with it.” It’s a testament to strength, not a mark of imperfection.

Why am I sharing this photo? The image you see was taken just 2.5 months after my surgery, when my head was far from healed. I considered opting out of our family photos that year, feeling self-conscious about my wound. But then I realized the importance of being present, of capturing those moments. So, I decided to do it, and I’m immensely glad I did. Life doesn’t wait for perfect healing, and neither should we.

I later elaborated on my thoughts in an article about why you should get in your family photos and stop the excuses. If I could bravely face the camera after such a traumatic ordeal, creatively concealing the bandage on my head with a bobby pin, then you truly have no reason not to capture those precious family memories.

I share my story with you for several profound reasons:

• It’s therapeutic for me to write and journal. Articulating this experience helps me process the trauma and reinforces the lessons learned.
• I feel it is my duty to share what I went through and hope you become your own advocate when it comes to your own health. Prevention and early intervention are undeniably key. My story is a stark reminder of the consequences of not being assertive in your healthcare journey.
• You too may feel like “it won’t happen to me”… and sometimes, it does. It’s crucial to acknowledge this possibility and stay vigilant. No one is immune to health challenges, and preparation through awareness is your best defense.
• It’s okay to be the mom under the hat too. True beauty emanates from within, from your strength, resilience, and the love you share. External appearances are fleeting, but your inner spirit is eternal.

Trust. Your. Gut. Period. It could quite literally save your life.

Mohs Surgery Scar Pictures and Long-Term Skin Health Monitoring

The journey with basal cell carcinoma doesn’t end after the stitches come out. The Mohs surgery scar, while a testament to successful cancer removal, requires ongoing care and vigilance. Regular follow-up appointments with your dermatologist are absolutely critical to monitor the surgical site for recurrence and to check for new spots elsewhere on your body. Understanding what a healed Mohs scar looks like, and being aware of any changes, is an important part of long-term skin health management. These images serve as a powerful reminder of the importance of diligent self-examination and consistent professional check-ups, ensuring that we remain proactive advocates for our skin health in the years to come.

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