Mohs Surgery #7 - Concha Cavum - One Hundred Dollars a Month

If you’ve been reading this blog for a while, then you know my husband has had Mohs surgery multiple times.

Basically, every year for the past 10 years he has gone to the dermatologist for a check up. Every year he insists he doesn’t need to go. And every year I insist that he does.

Yada yada yada…

He went to the dermatologist a few months ago, and there was a small spot in his ear that wouldn’t heal and it looked suspicious so the dermatologist did a biopsy and what do you know… More basal cell carcinoma.

So last week the HH had Mohs surgery #7. I took this photo an hour or so after we got home from the surgery. In a nutshell, it didn’t go well.

Mohs surgery #7 was on the concha cavum.

If you need to have Mohs surgery on/in your ear, this is NOT an easy spot to reach.

And well, after multiple attempts {and the cancer still being present} the decision was made to stop cutting {and most likely} go the radiation route. We have an appointment for that next week.

Anyway…That’s not what this story is about. This is the story of how the HH maxed out his deductible for the year. {First time ever!}

So the HH had the surgery.

And by the evening of day 2, there was a bunch of blood on the bandage and the HH was concerned so we decided to head to urgent care {with 10 minutes to spare before they closed} so a nurse could remove the bandage and have a look.

I stayed in the lobby while he went back with the nurse and not even 5 minutes later, another nurse hurried out to the lobby to get me and said that my husband passed out, but he’s coming around. He doesn’t look so good though so they called an ambulance.

She said he was out for 2 minutes… And then asked if this ever happened before???

Umm… Yes. Multiple times actually but when I get back to the exam room I can immediately tell this time is VERY different. His face was GREY.

I try to hold eye contact with him and then start squeezing his leg and the nurse is moving her fist around his chest and he passes out again.

He comes to, the ambulance arrives, he gets loaded in and I follow behind in the car.

I tell myself that as long as they don’t turn on the flashing lights and sirens or speed up, everything will be okay.

They do an EKG, a blood workup, and give him an iv. They say he’s fine. We head home four hours later.

Except that he’s not fine. This time around it {passing out} took a lot out of him. A few days have passed since it happened and he’s just now starting to feel more like himself.

Passing out has only ever happened in a medical setting for him. So I told my husband from now on… every time he goes to the Doctor, he gets to have a chaperone {me!}.