September 14th, 2021

We may share a lot on here, but when we are in the thick of it, I tend to stay quiet. I feel like I've been in the thick of it a lot this year, which may be why I pop in and out so often. This one, I haven't shared, but it will soon be obvious. I wanted to address it just to clear the air. To explain it once and not again. This may sound like not a big deal but for some reason it snuck up and feels like a big deal.
Let's talk about my face mole. Oh, this should be fun.
I've had it since childhood. Honestly, never even noticing it because who looks at their own face all day? I only ever noticed it when each of my kids were old enough to find it on my face and poke it. Otherwise, I never had much thought of it. It was just there. I think to the rest of the world, it was noticed. Many years ago, while visiting a cousin, she pointed out that she had a mole in a similar spot on her face. We are both my grandpas only grandgaughters, and my grandfather had it too. Sorta felt like a cool club. 
After having River, it changed. It got bigger and changed in color. After many failed attempts to get it looked at by a dermatologist, thanks to insurance and medical workers who forget to submit paperwork and such, I finally met with a dermatologist last week who decided that removing it was going to be the best option, just to play it safe. The assumption is the changes are hormonal but it's always better to be safe than sorry. I was sad. Sad to lose it. Travis was sad, the boys were sad. It's weird. But peace of mind is more important. 
So, here we are. As I'm typing this, the spot burns as the numbing wares off. I will have results in two weeks as it is sent off to be checked for something more serious.  We all know what that is. 
Praying it comes back okay. That's it. Thats the story of the face mole. Let's hope this is THE END.

---