During the first few days, the tiny little cut wouldn't stop bleeding. I tried all the over-the-counter antibiotic
skin creams along with countless bandages (which trust me, won’t stick long on
the bottom of your heel.) Nothing would
heal this heel!
A couple of weeks went by and I noticed it seemed to bleed less. It’s finally healing, I thought. My
heel hadn’t really hurt since the morning I cut it, but it was annoying to have
to clean the stains from the inside of my right shoes.
By the end of the month, something new had developed. It
looked like the cut was getting circular and bigger. It was filling in with something
that didn’t look right. I had a routine appointment
coming up with my primary doctor so I decided to have him take a look at my foot.
My doctor thought some of the glass had broken off inside
of my foot and developed into a granuloma, which is a special type of inflammation. He suggested that I see a specialist who would most likely surgically remove the glass and prescribe antibiotics to clear any infection that may have developed. So later that day, I took out the phone book
and made an appointment with a podiatrist who accepted my insurance and had an
office not far from my home.
The podiatrist examined my foot and gave me the same
diagnosis as my primary. She said she needed
to go in surgically to clean out the wound because it was possible that glass particles had broken off under the skin. I really didn't think there was any glass inside, because when I reached down to see what I had stepped on, it was just a small piece laying on top of the skin. But because of the inflammation and infection that might be developing, I agreed to the surgery. Before I left her office, she asked if she could take a picture of my heel to share with her other associates because she had never
seen a granuloma like mine.
The out patient surgery went fine. I had to stay off my foot for a while, but I was glad to finally
get that annoyance behind me!
I had a post-surgical appointment scheduled a week later with
my podiatrist, but I received a call from her nurse a few days after the
surgery. She asked me to come in
earlier, on Monday, and at their other location. I said I would and we arranged a time. She seemed
nervous, spoke quickly and rushed me off the phone. From her voice, I knew something was
wrong.
When I arrived at my doctor’s office that Monday morning,
it seemed that the unfamiliar office staff already knew me. The nurse who called me on the
phone was standing at the front desk, and she immediately put me into a room.
My dad had driven me to my appointment because my right foot was heavily bandaged from the surgery. I didn't want him to sit alone in the waiting room so I asked him come in with
me.
In a few minutes, that same nurse came in, stood by my side
and reached over to hold my hand. I was
right. The news was going to be bad. My doctor came in and told me that I had
melanoma. The biopsy results showed that
it was a deeply invasive melanoma, with details of Breslow’s Depth at 8.0 mm and
Clark’s Level IV (at least)... melanoma in-situ. Her eyes were tearing as she explained that when she received the lab results, it was a complete shock to her because she had been sure it was a granuloma. She told me that she had contacted my primary about my health crisis. Together they had decided to give me the weekend and have me
come in on Monday for the news.
I knew it was going to be bad news, but I was thinking maybe an infection, or more surgery was needed. I never expected to hear that I had a
life-threatening cancer growing inside of me. For a brief moment, it felt like someone had turned on a dimmer switch inside of me. Everyone in the room had tears in their eyes, but
nothing was sadder than watching my eighty-two year old father sit quietly in
the corner weeping over his daughter’s diagnosis.
