Up, Up and Not Away

Leaving, on a jet plane don’t know when I’ll be back a…. whoops. Never mind.

Half a day before my guy and I were set to fly off to the other coast last week to escape winter weather and bask in the warmth of friends and family, I got a phone call.

I was expecting the call, and yet I wasn’t.

My dermatologist had scraped off some skin from my nose two weeks earlier for a biopsy. She hadn’t planned to, but when I walked into her office she said, “I woke up two days ago t...