Admittedly I may be blowing my <6 mm mole somewhat
out of proportion in the general scheme of things. At my
out of proportion in the general scheme of things. At my
last follow-up, Dr. Song gently reminded me that we
entered the "catabasis" phase of my journey through
dermatological oncology some time ago.
Cata-, from the ancient Greek χατά, or downward, prefixed
to the intransitive form of the verbal stem baínō, to go. It
means a trip to the coast, a military retreat, an endless
windstorm over the Antarctic plateau, or the sadness
experienced by some men at a certain point in their lives.
In a clinical context, the term may also refer to the decline
or remission of a disease. So why do I still feel a ghostly
pinprick along the crease of my arm where the needle went
in before I went under? I suspect that I am not quite out of
the woods yet. Then again, maybe the woods have yet to
exit me.
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