By Leah McClellan

Yep, that’s me. A week ago today.*

I was going to hide out at home for a few days, and I was definitely not going anywhere tonight. I’m tired, first of all. Drained from a busy week plus an editing project over the weekend. Still coughing from a cold that started last Wednesday and didn’t let me sleep last night.

Fifteen purple blotches the size of pencil erasers over my face and neck were the real reason I didn’t want to go anywhere. Plus, I just had 20 stitches removed from a long slice that extends from my upper temple to just where my eyebrow ends.

It’s just a flesh wound, don’t worry**.

I had two small lesions—little spots that looked like burns or scrapes but never heal—that I knew were cancerous... More...