And so it begins

Today is our bloodwork appointment at the clinic. I thought I had my bloodwork done a few weeks ago, but it turns out that I need more. So off we go. Last time they drew blood I had an ugly bruise for over a week, so I'm not looking forward to that. It will go nicely with the ugly bandaids for the two moles I had removed last week. Oh, yeah. I had two moles removed last Wednesday. I went in for my bi-annual skin check and left two moles lighter. The good thing is that now I can resume annual skin checks. I celebrated by promptly getting sunburnt on my arms at a meeting held outside a few days later. Sigh. I have fair skin, and I really do try not to get sunburnt. I have accepted the fact that I am not meant or able to tan. Please keep your fingers crossed that the moles are cancer-free.

I called my father to wish him Happy Father's Day, and he asked for an update on the surrogacy situation. I updated him, and he replied, "I don't even know what to say. I don't mean to sound discouraging or like I don't approve because I do, but I just don't know what to say. I hope it works." Um, yeah, me too! It was just an odd comment from him because he has been super interested in surrogacy since we told him and my stepmother about it. However, my father is 64. I'm sure this situation is freaking him out a little bit. Plus, he wasn't informed of my previous cycles until afterwards, so this is his first time.

I walked in the local Komen Race for the Cure with some coworkers on Saturday. It was my first time participating, and I was glad I did. It was sobering and inspiring to see the various messages people wore. I hope to do it again next year.