Love my contractor. His name is Tony. Older Italian guy. Salt of the earth. Former star high school football player with two bad knees to go along with the trophies. After five surgeries on one knee couldn't fix the damage, he finally gave up and scheduled a knee replacement. Orthopedic surgeon is doing a pre-op exam of the knee, sees a rash, says "I think this is eczema, but go get it checked before I operate."
Tony goes to the dermatologist. My wonderful dermatologist, as it turns out. The rash is eczema, but the doc says, "As long as you're here, let's check out your skin."
Long story short, doc finds what turns out to be a melanoma on his back. A small one, thank God. Doc took it off on Monday. Even a small one leaves a hell of a hole after you clear the margins...eight internal stitches, eighteen external ones. I checked in with Tony today to see how he was doing. He'd just heard from the doc that the surgery was successful and that they got it all.
That, my friends, is one fortunate man.