Went to the Mohs surgeon yesterday.
He was a nice guy, very confident. I like confidence in a man who's going to be taking a knife to my face.
He spent the time alternately assuring me that I had nothing to worry about, that his goal was that there not be any visible scarring, and scaring my pants off by telling me that there was no telling how deep or widespread the roots of this carcinoma had gone, but if too much tissue had to be removed, then there was always the option of a good ENT...
I'm not at all good with the whole Lon Chaney, Sr. Phantom of the Opera look.
Surgery's scheduled for next month.
He was a lot better at scaring than he was at reassuring, or maybe I'm just a lot better at being scared than reassured.