Officially the worst day of my life.

I'm not exaggerating.

My biopsy came back and I have skin cancer. A melanoma.

...Yeah. You didn't see that one coming, did you? Neither did I. Or my doctor. Or my uncle who is also a doctor. He's never diagnosed a 26 year old with one before.

I'm not really sure, but I think it is stage 1. My doctor said stage 1 or 2, but from the thickness level (0.36 mm) and Clark level (2) the internet says I have stage 1.

I am freaking out, freaking out bad. I have chills and I feel a little like throwing up and I just don't understand how this is happening to me. Isn't that what everyone says? I thought this was something that happened to other people?

There is "very good survival" for my situation, but anything where the doctors talk about survival rates is... I don't know how to finish that sentence. I have a plastic surgery consultation on Friday as I'll need further surgery on my knee. I shouldn't have to have chemo or anything, but I'll be meeting with an oncologist at some point too.

Besides this, this very bad, very serious thing, I also had to say goodbye on the phone just now to my puppy, Ty. He is 12 years old, and has just gotten very sick. I am so sad that I can't give him a hug. He goes tomorrow at noon.

This really is an awful, awful day.

If you pray, please pray for me. If you don't, think good thoughts of calm for my heart and a healthy future for my damn stupid skin.