I'm a 51 year old married mother of two. Was moving along ok until
I was diagnosed with basal cell carcinoma this week. Scheduled to undergo Mohs surgery on my nose which will leave me with a considerable raised red scar smack in the middle of my face. Look, I'm no supermodel but this scar will most definitely affect my life. I wonder if it would be easier to just pack it in now...life will not be enjoyable if I'm disfigured.
Hello Gavinium,
Hey, i understand how this would get you very low. I dont know how i would cope if i had to deal with that. But you certainly should NOT pack it in. You have a partner and kids who love and need you.
There must be some kind of cosmetic surgery you can undergo to fix the scar? Have you looked into this or asked your doctor about it? Please dont do anything rash.
Also go and speak to your GP and tell them exactly how you are feeling and why.
Im sorry you have to go through this but it will be okay ❤️
How do you know it won't? There are many disfigured people in the world who thoroughly enjoy their lives. Also you would probably qualify for plastic surgery anyway. You aren't all about how you look you know, but about your personality and this is much more important. x
Why won’t it? The important people around know you for who you are, not how you look.
Do not commit suicide, it’s selfish, it will only put your struggles and feelings onto everyone around you, therefore amplifying it.
The marking on your face will be something you learn to accept. I don’t think it will be a big deal, anyways, if someone was to judge you for having surgery when you needed it, then they’re a horrible person and aren’t worth your time.
Hi Gavinium - so sorry to read your post. Your imagination must be running wild, totally understandable. As thurmanmurman has advised, you should be blunt and up front with your doctor, seek the info that might alleviate your concerns. Meanwhile, take things one day at a time - thank goodness you have a family to support you.
Further to hypercat's post, there is a young man in Sydney with a chronic facial growth, a busker, who sits on the street and plays and sings to passers-by. He has a beautiful voice. Every time I see him, i marvel at the guts he has to do that and not just hide away from all the stares he gets - and no doubt insults from the cruel and unenlightened. It reminds me that my issues, although hidden, are not as confronting, and I sympathise that his life would have never been easy.
It might seem the easier route to just pack it in, but the ramifications for those who are left will last a lifetime. They will always wonder what they could have done differently and might agonise over issues/situations in the past that cannot be changed - or discussed with you because you are not here to answer. Hang in there, a day at a time.
Thank you all for your comments. It's appreciated. Wish I couod be as strong as the busker but I don't think I am.