Mohs happened. They took a chunk of my ear. Not quite Van Gogh but it healed “somewhat”. Now to follow up because the signs say the cancer is still there. I guess at this stage of life I’m not in a hurry to go under the knife again. I’ll probably face the truth and visit the doctor next week. I’m resigned to the fact that as you grow older life forces you to face the fact we are not immortal.

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