Therefore my heart is glad,
and my glory rejoiceth;
my flesh also shall rest in hope.
The doctor removed the troublesome facial lesion
and found it to be nothing more than that . . .
Praise the Lord!
(Now, if I would just stop hearing pirate songs in my head
every time I look in the mirror.)
But seriously, I visited a very gifted plastic surgeon
and the stitches are teeny tiny,
promising to fade to a mere memory . . .
soon . . . please.