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Or I’d suddenly be plagued with an intense itch in the corner of my right eye. I’d curse, apply some eye drops, and carry on my day. The new, dark mole on my abdomen, on the other hand, was approached with the same hypochondria as most of my other health ailments.
I never miss a check-up, even ‘embarrassing’ ones, and I’m first in line for a flu shot. Every ache and pain has me calling my GP, convinced that it’s cancer.
Splattering - Freckles - Moles - Body - Australia
I am particularly vigilant with the splattering of freckles and moles on my body, largely because I am a pale Australian. Australia has been dubbed the skin-cancer capital of the world, with two-thirds of the population diagnosed with some form of the disease before they reach 70. Year-long sunshine and the pasty complexions of our colonial European ancestors are to blame for the astronomical rates, as well as pitiful turnouts to skin cancer screenings.
For my parents and plenty of friends back home, removing lesions and skin cancers is as routine as getting a haircut.
Predisposition - Teenage - Years - Coconut - Oil
I’m also aware I haven’t helped my poor genetic predisposition by spending my teenage years doused in coconut oil, baking my skin to a crisp. I was desperate to have the bronzed body of my friends.
Even if my skin didn’t turn mahogany, anything was better than my natural ghostly white. So when I noticed the raised mole on my stomach expanding ever so slightly, I raced to The Mole Clinic, a private dermatology service in Central London.
Nurse - Changes - Something - Face - Eye
The nurse was unconcerned. ‘I’m not worried about it, but keep watching it for any changes,’ she advised. But before I could celebrate being cancer-free, something on my face caught her eye. ‘Has that little bump in the corner of your eye always been there?’ she asked.
The bump looked nothing like a...
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