A good news update

Now this is the kind of update I like to post. Yesterday’s re-excision went really well; they managed to close the new wound on my right calf directly so I got away without having to have a skin graft. Now that is what I call a result.

This second procedure involved as a precautionary measure cutting out a chunk of healthy skin and tissue from around the site of the original, very early-stage melanoma that I had removed at the end of August (Melanoma? You’ve got to be kidding). The margin of healthy tissue around the cancer that we got first time round fell short of that recommended in the treatment guidelines for melanoma and so a second re-excision was needed. A skin graft had been on the cards since I was told in early September that I might need a re-excision. It was later confirmed this would be the case (Bish, bash, bosh? No such luck). However, I got an email just last week saying the plastic surgeon would in fact try and close the wound directly and would only do a skin graft if that didn’t work.

I knew there were no guarantees. Having heard that, however, it was impossible not to get my hopes up. I was marked up before surgery to have the donor skin taken from my outer right thigh in case a graft were needed (the photo on the left shows the arrow pointing to the donor site) and it was pretty weird going under the anaesthetic not knowing what the outcome would be. I’m delighted to say the non-graft option worked. Twenty-four hours later, I’m sitting here at home on the sofa with my leg up feeling very relieved and happy.

I was told the good news as soon as I came to after the op; I don’t know whether I’d already started moving my hand down to feel my right thigh to find out for myself or whether I did that as I heard! You’re a bit groggy when you first wake up but I’m pretty sure the person who told me said the wound “closed beautifully” – although later, as he was warning me that I had to take it really easy for a while to give the wound a good chance of healing well, the plastic surgeon said it was “tight”. I’m taking no chances. Rest has been ordered and rest is what I’ll do. I see the surgeon in a week’s time and he’ll check the wound. In the meantime, I’ve to keep the dressing dry, so no showers but I can have a bath with my leg hanging over the side. I can do that.

So, I’ve been spared a skin graft. It doesn’t sound much and I know a great many people have far more serious things in their own lives to worry about. But it’s like a weight’s been lifted from me. I feel like I’ve been given a bit of a break after what’s been a stressful few months – which included, mind you, the very welcome distraction of a fortnight’s holiday in Cambodia. It sounds ungrateful but if I’m honest, with this hanging over me, I was ambivalent about going right up until I left. It was, of course, amazing. A massive thanks to Peter, my brother, for the company and for sharing the adventure.

I know that if there are problems with healing, we may still have to go down the skin graft route, but this is a good position to be in. I’m trying – not very successfully, it has to be said – not to look too far ahead, but here’s to a speedy and successful recovery.

A funny thing happened in the hospital. There I was, lying on the bed in my 1st-floor room before surgery, when I heard some strange noises outside, seemingly very close.  I turned my head… to find a window cleaner hard at work! We had a nice little chat through the glass. He said how cold it was; I asked if I could take his photo as this was one of the most amusing things that had happened to me. His unexpected visit certainly took some of the pre-surgery tension away.

Another thing, the anti-DVT stockings you have to wear after surgery were white when I was last here. They’re green now but they’re as unflattering as ever. It seems longer but it’s only two years since I had major breast cancer surgery at this same hospital. I had to sport the white stockings for quite some time afterwards (The least sexy washing line ever). Now I wasn’t planning on ending this upbeat post on a morose note but I have to say I really hope I never get to find out if those stockings change colour again.

On with the healing.

Bish, bash, bosh? No such luck

It’s finally been decided. On November 28th, I’m to have a second round of surgery on my right calf where I had a melanoma – thankfully very early stage – removed a couple of months ago.

This second procedure will involve cutting out a chunk of healthy skin and tissue from around the site of the original melanoma and, unfortunately, a skin graft and being left with a shark bite-like scar on my leg. Nice.

So much for hoping I’d get away with essentially being diagnosed and treated on the same day (see previous posts). Bish, bash, bosh? Wishful thinking indeed on my part.

The melanoma was completely removed in the original excision. That’s the main thing. However, they didn’t quite get the full 1cm of healthy tissue around the cancer – “the clear margin” – that the treatment guidelines recommend. In case there are skin cancer cells lurking there that are too small to be seen by a microscope, they take a margin of – seemingly – healthy tissue to reduce as much as possible the risk of the melanoma coming back or spreading. Having been treated previously for breast cancer, I know how much that matters.

I’ll have the surgery under general anaesthetic, as an outpatient.

As for the skin graft, well this time round there won’t be enough skin to pull together and close with stitches. The plastic surgeon will take a layer of skin from my inner thigh with a device that looks a bit like a very sharp potato peeler, place the donor skin over the new wound, stitch it in place then bandage it all up. Apparently after the op the donor site can hurt more than the skin graft site.

I’ve to “take it very easy” for the first few weeks after the procedure to give the graft the best chance of “taking”. You don’t even want to think about what happens if it fails.

The bandages are removed a week later and the stitches a week after that.

So, two or three weeks of as much rest as possible and my leg raised while resting, followed by three months (at least I think that’s what the surgeon said) of wearing a compression stocking on the affected leg.

That means yet another extended period of enforced lack of exercise. You’d think I’d be getting used to it by now, but I’m really not. I’m shelving any plans I had to better my current personal best in the 5k Parkrun I’d got used to doing every Saturday morning in my local park. When the time comes, I’ll just be grateful to be running again. Tennis and cycling will also be off the radar for a good while. At this rate, I’ll consider myself lucky if I get to go skiing on the skiing holiday I’ve booked at the end of January.

I know I’ve really got no choice, but it does all seem rather drastic for something that I keep being told is “purely precautionary” and over which there’s apparently no rush to do.

That said, I know from previous experience that you don’t mess with cancer. I’m not going to be the one who says “let’s not bother and just hope for the best”.

I know the key things by far are that the melanoma was very early stage (1a) and that it was completely excised first time round. Even so, I think I’m entitled to a bit of a moan.

The week before I have this second procedure, I have my three-month follow-up with the consultant dermatologist who diagnosed me initially. Also, I’ll have to postpone by at least a week the annual mammogram and ultrasound that I have because of my earlier breast cancer. The appointment’s been in the diary for early December for six months now. I’ll still be resting at that time and trying to keep any walking to an absolute minimum.

It all feels too weird. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d be postponing follow-up tests relating to one cancer because I was having treatment relating to another.

Friends aiming to sympathise say it doesn’t seem fair. We all know life doesn’t work like that. But you know what? I tend to agree with them. I’ve a lot to be grateful for – not least the fact I’m writing this while on an incredible two-week holiday in Cambodia – but, as I’ve said before, you don’t always have to be grateful it’s not worse.

Things are moving… finally

Things are finally moving again, which is good. I was right. My case had got stuck in the system. I chased it up and kept asking for answers until I got them.

My case will now be assessed on October 26th for a second opinion on whether a re-excision is needed on my right calf where a very early-stage melanoma was removed at the end of August. That’s nearly six weeks after I was told a second opinion would be sought. I know there’s no rush and my case is borderline, but that is quite a long time. I’ve been assured “it’s not usually like this”.

The issue is that while the melanoma was removed, they got slightly less healthy tissue from the area surrounding the melanoma than the guidelines recommend (Things are rarely straightforward). I’ve been told again that a re-excision – a narrow one – is probably what will be recommended so they do in fact get the full 1cm clear margin that the guidelines say we should have. It’s precautionary, but better safe than sorry. I’m happy with that. I’ll meet with the plastic surgeon to discuss the results and next steps on November 1st. As I said, there’s no rush. If a re-excision is indeed what we decide on, it can wait until after I get back from the two-week trip to Cambodia that I’m going on with one of my brothers on November 2nd. Yes, yes, it’s a complete self-indulgence but if there’s one thing I’ve learned from the whole breast cancer experience, it’s that life is for living.  If you can, then why not.

The leg wound is now well on the mend and I’m exercising again. I did my local 5k Parkrun last Saturday – my slowest time in well over a year after seven weeks of enforced inactivity – and I’ve been back on the tennis courts. I have four tennis matches planned over the next seven days. I’m clearly making up for lost time.

I’ve been thinking about how I’m feeling about this whole melanoma thing. It’s strange. I was pretty shell shocked initially (Melanoma? You’ve got to be kidding), as you’d expect. Now I’ve got my head round it, I’m at the stage where I see it as more of an annoyance than anything else. Friends who are only finding out about it now are more upset and outraged than I am. I know if this were a first cancer diagnosis I’d be freaking out and I know too that melanoma’s known as the nasty skin cancer because it can spread very quickly. But I really do feel I’ve got off lightly. Cut it out and hopefully that’s it. A possible re-excision? That’s ok too, although a skin graft would not be great if that’s what’s needed – I’m hoping it won’t be.

Perhaps I’m being naive. Or perhaps it’s sheer relief that it was caught so early. That’s not to say I’ll be able to just brush it off. I’m already looking at a couple of freckles/moles/brown spots – call them what you want – and wondering how long they’ve been there or whether they’ve always been that size. But I just cannot “do” worry the way I did with breast cancer. I know how destructive it is; I can’t do that again.

Let’s see what November 1st brings. Re-excision or not, skin graft or not, I’ll be taking my running shoes to Cambodia.