Last year I blogged about my first trip to the skin cancer clinic to get a scan and then I urged you all to go and get one yourselves.
I also mentioned that the doctor reckoned that a couple of my moles looked dodgy. She took a sample of one (which turned out to be okay) and photographed the second one and told me to come back in three months.
Yesterday, I went back not expecting there to be good news. It just looked suss and I couldn't see any other way how she was going to say NOT to cut it out. I hate pain and the thought of being cut and stitched while awake. I've never had any external stitches before; only ones in my mouth for my wisdom teeth and they were disolvable.
To cut a long story short, I had it cut out. She didn't reckon it was overly worrying but recommended that cutting it out would be the best option as it had changed slightly.
The anaesthetic needle hurt but other than that I couldn't feel anything of course; it's just the thought that grossed me out. All I could feel was my skin being pulled as it was sewn up.
I'm not telling where the mole was but I'll just say it was in a bit of an awkward spot and showering is very difficult at the moment. It stings occasionally but isn't too bad. At least I didn't faint this time.
I'm heading to Cornerstone camp tonight (read my 2007 review of it here) but there'll be no sport or swimming for me :(
Please pray that mole isn't cancerous.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Wedding 1 2008
2008 is still very much wedding season for me. This was the first we went to and it was back on the 12th January. Duncan's third cousin Leighton got married to Hannah in the gardens of his parents' place in Busselton. It was a warm day and unfortunately I didn't realise that I was badly burnt until it was too late. For some reason, I just didn't think of sunscreen at a wedding and shade wasn't enough. Poor Duncan ended up with a sunglasses tan on his face...he looked so funny!
Hannah looked stunning
Vows
The Kiss!
About to sign their lives away
Making it official
Vows
The Kiss!
About to sign their lives away
Making it official
Arriving back after photos
Newlyweds' speech
So many cakes! But they need them to feed everyone!
How sweet!
Me
With my man
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Pictorial Evidence of the Excellent Melbourne Trip
Some random chick on the tram.
Me! The first day was very humid.
La Trobe St
State Library of Victoria
Huge painting of Warney in the State Library. You think the Vics would have better taste.
The conference I was at.
Some chick presenting. My turn soon....eeeek!
My powerpoint
Me speaking
And again.....
See all my groupies. There were more than didn't get in this shot.
Melbourne's 'arty' graffiti
Bourke St Mall. Myer and David Jones there make Perth's look tiny.
City shot
City again
Rowers on the Yarra River
Crown Complex.
Jenn, who I stayed with, pretending to be a surgeon (she really just didn't want her photo taken).
Jenn and I outside a shopping centre before I headed to the airport
View from the flight home.
I miss Melbourne *sigh*
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Ebony and Mocha's First Date
Last year, Bek posted a diary excerpt from a cat and people left comments, asking me to write a sequel.
Yes, I've taken my sweet time doing it but here it is. It's not just the diary of any cat. It's from my own cat, Ebony, and how she went on her first date ;)
When I moved house two months ago, I wasn't allowed to have Ebony at my new house. My housemate, Sarah, already had a cat there that she inherited from her sister who lived there before us - a whiny male called Rex. Since Rex doesn't like other cats, I had to make other arrangements for Ebony. She ended up staying with Sarah and Craig and their cat, Mocha. I'm missing her heaps but I'm so grateful to them for looking after her for me until I get her back again.
Mocha (or Mr Mochs as he's often called) is a seven-year-old male Ragdoll. We were all interested to see if he would make a fine boyfriend for Ebony. Here it is....in her own words.
"Why on earth did I agree to this?"
"Got to make a good first impression."
"Are you perving on me?"
"Mummy's boy!"
"Hey, that's MY mum, woolly boy."
"Right! He asked for it!"
"Ha, hiding under the bed. What a wuss of a puss!"
"Hey! Stop! That's MINE!"
"Hmmm...
maybe he's not too bad actually. Quite sexy."
"But then you could never find a more skilled hunter than me. Next time it'll be a real mouse...haha."
"I'm such a majestic creature."
Ebony has already given Mocha a blood nose twice and loves to pounce on his tail and eat his food. Then she sits and sulks if he's getting more attention. She is such a feisty madam.
Yes, I've taken my sweet time doing it but here it is. It's not just the diary of any cat. It's from my own cat, Ebony, and how she went on her first date ;)
When I moved house two months ago, I wasn't allowed to have Ebony at my new house. My housemate, Sarah, already had a cat there that she inherited from her sister who lived there before us - a whiny male called Rex. Since Rex doesn't like other cats, I had to make other arrangements for Ebony. She ended up staying with Sarah and Craig and their cat, Mocha. I'm missing her heaps but I'm so grateful to them for looking after her for me until I get her back again.
Mocha (or Mr Mochs as he's often called) is a seven-year-old male Ragdoll. We were all interested to see if he would make a fine boyfriend for Ebony. Here it is....in her own words.
"Why on earth did I agree to this?"
"Got to make a good first impression."
"Are you perving on me?"
"Mummy's boy!"
"Hey, that's MY mum, woolly boy."
"Right! He asked for it!"
"Ha, hiding under the bed. What a wuss of a puss!"
"Hey! Stop! That's MINE!"
"Hmmm...
maybe he's not too bad actually. Quite sexy."
"But then you could never find a more skilled hunter than me. Next time it'll be a real mouse...haha."
"I'm such a majestic creature."
Ebony has already given Mocha a blood nose twice and loves to pounce on his tail and eat his food. Then she sits and sulks if he's getting more attention. She is such a feisty madam.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Sorry Is The Hardest Word
It took years for the Australian government to finally apologise to the Stolen Generation of Aboriginal people last week.
Sorry is a very hard word to say.
Likewise, I'm sorry to the people who have faced my wrath during the past week and got their heads ripped off in the process, whether they be people close to me or complete strangers. It's always the people close to me (Duncan and my family) who cop it the most.
I'm truly sorry.
I never like using bad personal circumstances as an excuse to treat people badly. As a friend of mine once said, "It's a reason - not an excuse."
Some people have been extremely patronising by cracking poor excuses for jokes. Even though some people might say I'm justified in retaliating, it's really not the way to deal with it.
I'm astounded at the immediate grace and forgiveness some people have shown. Not that I didn't think they were capable of it, but I know how easy it is to retaliate and I can see God at work in them.
To those who have helped out in any way - thank you! I did not wish to infer that we were not grateful for your help.
Sorry is a very hard word to say.
Likewise, I'm sorry to the people who have faced my wrath during the past week and got their heads ripped off in the process, whether they be people close to me or complete strangers. It's always the people close to me (Duncan and my family) who cop it the most.
I'm truly sorry.
I never like using bad personal circumstances as an excuse to treat people badly. As a friend of mine once said, "It's a reason - not an excuse."
Some people have been extremely patronising by cracking poor excuses for jokes. Even though some people might say I'm justified in retaliating, it's really not the way to deal with it.
I'm astounded at the immediate grace and forgiveness some people have shown. Not that I didn't think they were capable of it, but I know how easy it is to retaliate and I can see God at work in them.
To those who have helped out in any way - thank you! I did not wish to infer that we were not grateful for your help.
Friday, February 15, 2008
Friday Funny
I laughed last night. For the first time in what seemed like ages. In reality it was probably only a few days but it felt like a long time. Duncan and I had dinner together for Valentine's Day and then went to see my pastor and his wife. They are taking us through a marriage preparation course, I guess you could call it, but David recently fractured his wrist so things are quite difficult for them and their kids at the moment. He was in quite a bit of discomfort and was also quite out of it and I was quite out of it (that sleeping pill took so long to wear off) but we managed to have a few laughs.
It felt so good to laugh. I read that laughing helps release endomorphins into your bloodstream which make you feel good. I'm going to try and laugh at least once a day for the next two months.
So here's a Friday Funny for the first time in months. I wanted to post something that made me laugh. I'm sick of people's stupid jokes about the wedding and when I tell them I'm not doing great, they actually have the nerve to have a little giggle. And to think I've consoled some of these same people when they've been stressed or grieving.......
Anyway here's the joke. Enjoy!
BEST BLONDE JOKE OF THE YEAR
A blonde called Lauren, wanting to earn some money, decided to hire herself out as a handyman-type and started canvassing a wealthy neighbourhood. Lauren went to the front door of the first house and asked the owner if he had any jobs for her to do.
"Well, you can paint my porch. How much will you charge?"
Lauren said, "How about 50 dollars?"
The man agreed and told her that the paint and other materials that she might need were in the garage.
The man's wife, inside the house, heard the conversation and said to her husband: "Does she realise that the porch goes all the way around the house?"
The man replied, "She should, she was standing on it!"
A short time later, Lauren came to the door to collect her money.
"You're finished already?" he asked.
"Yes," Lauren answered," and I had paint left over, so I gave it two coats."
Impressed, the man reached in his pocket for the $50.
"And by the way," the Lauren added, "it's not a Porch... it's a Ferrari...!"
It felt so good to laugh. I read that laughing helps release endomorphins into your bloodstream which make you feel good. I'm going to try and laugh at least once a day for the next two months.
So here's a Friday Funny for the first time in months. I wanted to post something that made me laugh. I'm sick of people's stupid jokes about the wedding and when I tell them I'm not doing great, they actually have the nerve to have a little giggle. And to think I've consoled some of these same people when they've been stressed or grieving.......
Anyway here's the joke. Enjoy!
BEST BLONDE JOKE OF THE YEAR
A blonde called Lauren, wanting to earn some money, decided to hire herself out as a handyman-type and started canvassing a wealthy neighbourhood. Lauren went to the front door of the first house and asked the owner if he had any jobs for her to do.
"Well, you can paint my porch. How much will you charge?"
Lauren said, "How about 50 dollars?"
The man agreed and told her that the paint and other materials that she might need were in the garage.
The man's wife, inside the house, heard the conversation and said to her husband: "Does she realise that the porch goes all the way around the house?"
The man replied, "She should, she was standing on it!"
A short time later, Lauren came to the door to collect her money.
"You're finished already?" he asked.
"Yes," Lauren answered," and I had paint left over, so I gave it two coats."
Impressed, the man reached in his pocket for the $50.
"And by the way," the Lauren added, "it's not a Porch... it's a Ferrari...!"
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Diary of a Wedding Planning Machine: Health Update
Thank you all who have emailed, texted, phoned, offered help or prayed for me after yesterday's post. I especially appreciate the prayers as my few prayers seem to lack substance at the moment.
At the moment, I'm quite woolly-headed due to a sleeping pill I took last night. Yesterday I bought some over-the-counter ones and they have made me so groggy, I have decided to stop taking them. Today, I saw a doctor who has prescribed me some different sleeping pills which hopefully won't have such a drastic effect. After only taking one of the other ones, I feel like I could sleep for years. Pity I have to work.
I asked the doctor if she could prescribe me some anti-anxiety tablets but she wouldn't, saying that they will turn me into an absolute zombie. I guess the sleeping pills will have to be enough. For those of you, who like my mum, may be worried that I'm going to turn into a drug addict - don't worry. It's only a very short course and hopefully my sleeping patterns will be fixed so I won't be nocturnal anymore and will be able to be much more calm.
The wedding is going ahead in its current form.....but we're going to need lots of help. Duncan and I met up last night and we walked through the park near my house, discussing what the issues are. Although there are a few niggly things hanging over my head that need to be done, I think it's my fear of the day itself that is making me so anxious. In particular it's the reception that will be the most daunting - having to go around to 18+ tables and greet people, starting many different conversations, being torn in 50 different directions. I just find it too physically and emotionally draining. So we're asking our mums to go around to the different tables (which my mum had planned to anyway) and greet people on our behalf in case we can't get over there. If I do, I plan to say a short greeting and that's it. The rest can be thanked in our speech. Part of me is annoyed that I won't get to enjoy much of own reception; it'll be too much of a whirlwind.
We're still both pretty daunted and anxious but Duncan said today, "God will help us through it."
Part of me still wants to elope but then I also want to be able to cope with the same style of wedding that most people have.
My prayer is that it ends up being like the Melbourne experience. I was so nervous and stressed leading up to it, with my presentation and all, but once I got there, the fears melted away. I would actually really like to enjoy my wedding day.
I already have people onto different tasks and they are a great help. Thank you!
I also handed in my resignation at work yesterday. It is such a tremendous relief!
I'm looking forward to hopefully getting a decent night's sleep tonight and having a better day tomorrow.
At the moment, I'm quite woolly-headed due to a sleeping pill I took last night. Yesterday I bought some over-the-counter ones and they have made me so groggy, I have decided to stop taking them. Today, I saw a doctor who has prescribed me some different sleeping pills which hopefully won't have such a drastic effect. After only taking one of the other ones, I feel like I could sleep for years. Pity I have to work.
I asked the doctor if she could prescribe me some anti-anxiety tablets but she wouldn't, saying that they will turn me into an absolute zombie. I guess the sleeping pills will have to be enough. For those of you, who like my mum, may be worried that I'm going to turn into a drug addict - don't worry. It's only a very short course and hopefully my sleeping patterns will be fixed so I won't be nocturnal anymore and will be able to be much more calm.
The wedding is going ahead in its current form.....but we're going to need lots of help. Duncan and I met up last night and we walked through the park near my house, discussing what the issues are. Although there are a few niggly things hanging over my head that need to be done, I think it's my fear of the day itself that is making me so anxious. In particular it's the reception that will be the most daunting - having to go around to 18+ tables and greet people, starting many different conversations, being torn in 50 different directions. I just find it too physically and emotionally draining. So we're asking our mums to go around to the different tables (which my mum had planned to anyway) and greet people on our behalf in case we can't get over there. If I do, I plan to say a short greeting and that's it. The rest can be thanked in our speech. Part of me is annoyed that I won't get to enjoy much of own reception; it'll be too much of a whirlwind.
We're still both pretty daunted and anxious but Duncan said today, "God will help us through it."
Part of me still wants to elope but then I also want to be able to cope with the same style of wedding that most people have.
My prayer is that it ends up being like the Melbourne experience. I was so nervous and stressed leading up to it, with my presentation and all, but once I got there, the fears melted away. I would actually really like to enjoy my wedding day.
I already have people onto different tasks and they are a great help. Thank you!
I also handed in my resignation at work yesterday. It is such a tremendous relief!
I'm looking forward to hopefully getting a decent night's sleep tonight and having a better day tomorrow.
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