forty-six
The biopsy came back today confirming that it was indeed metastatic melanoma #7 but Dr. Sequamous said it was in it’s early stages and he seemed confident that his magic ninja knife got it all.
So this makes 3 from my right arm, 3 from my left, and a big juicy one from my neck. Oh, and I have names for them all:
#1 - The Mark That Makes the Unknown Mother Cry (right arm)
#2 - The Fish Found Beneath The Sand (right arm)
#3 - The Howl Of A Tree Gnawed With The Teeth Of A Clown Doll (left arm)
#4 - The Food That Burns The Dripping Sky (left arm)
#5 - I Have Captured That Which Is Holy In A Stained Plastic Bag (neck)
#6 - Make A Path Where There Is Smiling Passion (right arm)
#7 - Mitt Newtny (left arm)
When I catch people staring at the scars, or if they ask, I tell them they are lion bites and then, usually, fanciful stories ensue. The scars actually look like healed bullet wounds - I need to leverage that, though I’ve yet to figure out how.
