Mole Excision Surgery

It was time to get rid of the mole to the right of my nose. I’ve always had this mole but it has grown substantially in the last few years and it’s time for it to go.

Despite having labored to deliver two babies, my pain tolerance is still incredulously low. The thought of a needle in my face petrified me to no end. But I’m determined. The mole’s gotta go. For a few days I asked around for mole removal dr recommendations, researched the internet, and talked to people about it. From everything that I read, it’s a simple outpatient procedure.

Still, I’m nervous. The more I thought the more I panicked. The intensifying fear required relief. It’s time to just get it over with. Thursday morning, I skip Bible Study and go to a pretty well known dermatology clinic near my house. I go in and they said it’s full, I gotta wait until after CNY. “After CNY? I can’t make it.” That’s the fear speaking. I left the clinic and decided to go to the nearby hospital. The dermatologist looked at my mole and said for sure I need surgery because it is raised and large and transferred me to the plastic surgery department. So I’m at the plastic surgery department, not knowing any of these doctors, and my nerves continue to grow. The whole time I’m texting Jason and my brother Aidan, keeping them posted, growing increasingly scared. Doctor finally calls me in and says you need surgery but you’ll have to wait until after CNY. I panic again and plead, please could I have it done this morning, I have free time right now, I need to just get it over with. A scrubbed surgeon walks by and the nurses ask if he could do it. He looks at me, squeezes my face around, and says ok, he’ll do it.

Again, I expected a simple outpatient procedure. Yet next thing I know, I”m being prepped for a full on surgery. They had me sign a consent form and I gulped after glossing over words like BLOOD and DEATH. They had me change into gowns, take off all my jewelry, put one of those green scrubby shower caps on and lead me into an operating room. The room is freezing (apparently that’s how they have to keep ORs) with surgical equipment strewn all around. I lay down on the surgical bed and stare up into those big surgical lamps with like 6 rounded bulbs. I am freaking out. They cover me with blankets and I ask for more (it’s cold in there!). Then they cover my face up exposing just my mole area. The dr. marks my face up of where he’s going to cut. I almost jumped at the sensation of the pen on my face because I expected a shot. The doctor and nurses are not telling me ANYTHING about what’s going on, which serves to further heighten my nerves. So I take charge and ask, “please can you tell me when you’re going to give me the shot?” knowing that was the main thing that was going to hurt. They say yes they will. More prepping, rubbing my face with disinfectant, more marking and squeezing of my face. The moment came, “here comes the shot, it’s going to hurt, it’s really going to hurt!” The nurses yell. NOT HELPFUL. Expecting one shot, I received 4-5 various shots all around my mole. As always, the anticipation was MUCH worse than the actual needle, the pain was fairly minimal. The right side of my face goes numb. I am paranoid the anesthesia won’t work during the procedure so I remain tense. I can feel a LOT of tugging and pulling of my face. Halfway into the procedure, I hear the doctor call the nurses for “電燒“, which literally means, “electric burn”. A surge of new panic comes on, why are they going to use electric burn on me? I use the little medical knowledge I possess to surmise they need to cauterize the wound. He “electric burns” my wound, I hear a loud hissing sound, feel immense pressure on my cheek, then SMELL burning flesh. Breathing, breathing, telling myself to stay calm, I persevere. The burning lasts what feels like forever, he repeatedly cauterizes this area, I’m about to pass out wanting it to be over. Finally he puts the electric burn away, and presumably starts stitching. More tugging, more pressure. At long last it’s over. They take off my covers and I am shivering uncontrollably, probably from the build up of my nerves. The nurses ask if I wanted to see my mole. I saw the huge ball of flesh on a surgical tray and nearly pass out again. Shaking, I get dressed, pay a whopping 350NT for the whole procedure and walk out the door.

At home, I change my dressing to discover I have a huge gash stitched up with 7 stitches and still shudder when I look at it.

Mole is gone, but in its place I may have a scar. Time will tell whether it was worth it.

  • The only pain that can be felt on this one is the injecting of anesthesia/anesthetics. If the mole is okay to take out (have already checked up by a dermatologist), it can be taken out via surgery. The price of the said operation varies on the mole.

  • Anonymous

    So I Just Had A Similar ProcedureDoneToday And I'm balling While Reading This. I Didn't Read Anywhere With all My Research It Would Be That WaY. I Hope It Is Worth It That's All I Have To says.. I Don't Know You Will Ever See This But How Did It Heal? I Am So Upset And Don't Want To GoBack To Work! I Keep Wondering For A 6 Mm Mole Why I Didn't Just Have It Shaved Off First. Pretty Uncomfortable And Shaky Still, Can't Sleep And Its 6Am.

  • Anonymous

    Sorry About The Text, My Phone Screwed Up Since I Updated It. If You Ever Get This, Can You Please comment Back.

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