Skin Cancer

The dreaded call just in. The doc said the tiny little speck he removed from my face is cancerous. I had a feeling. I knew if he even put that possibility out there and wanted to take it off last week, there was a good chance. I'm headed for the plastic surgeon. Maybe I'll get a cute new nose out of the deal, or better, a new pair of....

The same lyrics have been running through my head since Friday:

"I'm half alive but I feel mostly dead. I try and tell myself it'll all be alright, I just shouldn't think anymore tonight."

I couldn't even place the song, but the words kept popping into my head. I had to Google them to remember Jewel's song.

Blah.