For those following along on my mole adventure, here's the story.

In 2021, Kev took a photo of me hanging out on a patio with a stranger's dog and I was like "What's up with that weird mole on my neck? Where did that come from?" and he was like "What do you mean? That's always been there?"

I didn't know if I was Mandela Effecting or what, but I was just like "Oh okay I guess I never realized I had a big gross mole on my neck but I guess it's fine if it's been there for my entire life or at least the last 15+ years you've known me?"

Then I just ignored it until my doctor mentioned it in my annual physical earlier this week.

In the meantime, I started looking through old photos and somehow none of them show the right side of my neck and/or my hair is covering that area so I can't see anything, but I did finally find one photo from 2019 and there definitely wasn't a mole, so at least I’m not crazy. But that does mean the mole is sus AF.

I've since had a biopsy so we'll see where that lands, but I wanted to post photos to prove that I once looked like a normal person without a little goblin creature thing growing on my neck.

I realize it's been a bit since I've updated you on my dumb mole.

So, it turns out that it's melanoma, but my doctor said it was a minimal amount and essentially stage 0 cancer which I didn't even realize was a thing, so I’m not THAT concerned.

Earlier today, I had my appointment to remove the entire little goblin and its surrounding area and the doctor gave me two options which consisted of either leaving me with a scar that's about 4 inches long or a puckered circle, so of course I picked the butthole option.

Follow along to see how my little goatse heals!