I was eating a pizza in the bathtub this evening and flipping through the pages of my TIME magazine. I finished the last piece and swished my fingers in the water to clean them off.
Leaning back against my waterproof bathtub pillow, I saw something out of the corner of my eye: A suspicious-looking spot on my right shoulder.
Oh, come ON. My risk of secondary cancer is 75% due to my bone marrow transplant. Melanoma now, huh?
I craned my neck to peer closer at it. The border was well-defined, which was good, but the color was definitely off.
Ever so carefully, I reached over and touched it.
The mole came off on my fingertip.
What the...?
It was a fleck of basil.
As if that wasn't embarrassing enough, I remembered that this wasn't the first time a speck of herb was stuck to my body via bathtub water and subsequently mistaken for terminal illness.
Note to self: Next time, make a sandwich instead.
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