I'm paying a price for procrastination. The "Mohs" surgery started with the Dr letting me know this was a problematic place and type. The shots of painkiller were excruciating and felt like they were going straight through my nose. I later reflected on how surgery might have been before anesthetic. And how in another 100 years, what is the 'Gold standard" today will be considered barbaric in hindsight. The people in the waiting room are all nice, all seem in my same age range or older. I met and befriend Margie and Rick, Los Gatos residence of 35 years. I have so much to be grateful for including that I'm even able to get this done. It's just not fun, but it's also nothing even in the ballpark of terminal brain cancer. I find myself returning to that as a reality check, constantly. I've experienced neck surgery and Guillain–Barré so I can handle this. I'll spare you all the details and the painfully graphic photo, but, the "excavation" of the cancer on my nose is complete. I honestly had no idea how very sensitive the nose is to needles. I'll be in bandages for the next week before getting them off and the stitches removed. This was more intense than I'd anticipated going into it but I'm also aware that in a week it'll be history. Assuming I can ensure I care for things properly. It seems pretty cut and dry. I got lots of love and support from Jen and Lauren. Linda was asking about my status as were Kelly and Golida too. Turns out they both have had similar Mohs procedures as has Jon F too. I watched a couple of documentaries tonight about cancer, The FDA, Big Pharma and ties between chemical and medical companies. It's infuriating to consider how, in a grim and inhumane sense, profits matter more than cures and lives.