Lesion of Doom

Okay, it isn’t really that bad. The doc said there was no point in a biopsy: the lesion needs to go and they always analyze it after surgery, anyway. She thinks it is probably a basal cell carcinoma. Sounds kind of scary, but the mortality rate for non-melanoma skin cancer is about 0.44 per 100,000, and most of those are from squamous cell carcinoma. I was at much greater risk having children, where the US maternal mortality rate is about 17 per 100,000. I already have the article halfway written, in my head. Obviously, I can’t finish it until at least next Thursday. That gives me time to go buy some magazines…
Over the weekend, we went to Austin. We saw Hamilton Pool (and a rabid raccoon), McKinney Falls, the Austin Zoo, and the sleeper attraction: Kiddie Acres. It has been around for a long time, and shows its age a little, but it is a lovingly tended family owned business. And it is perfect for little kids. My daughter loved it so much that we went back a second day. They had a boats-that-go-in-a-circle-in-a-water-trough ride that reminded me of when my cousin and I used to go to Peppermint Park when we were little. While waiting for one of the rides to finish, one of the parents said to me, “This looks like the kind of amusement park they always have in horror movies.” I don’t know; there weren’t any creepy clowns. But what a great idea for a setting (mayhem on the midway, anyone?). We also saw a two story limestone house on a trailer being moved (veeeerrrrrrry slowly) down the road. On the way back, we saw it was being relocated to a ranch with a big sign that said “Wedding ” on the gate. Sounds like a writing prompt. We drove home via San Marcos and saw Wonderland Cave and its attendant attractions, then stopped at the Snake Farm just outside of San Antonio. The animals looked healthy, but I couldn’t help feeling sorry for the huge old hog in the petting zoo. He was in a roomy shed bedded with lots of hay, but I wasn’t sure that he was able to stand up. I hoped his name wasn’t Wilbur.