When my wife and I were dating, she had this scary looking mole on her shin. I tell her it needs to go.
She had been going to this dermatologist for something else, and he always told her it was nothing, and he is a professor of dermatology at U of Texas
I eventually tell her she has to get it removed before we get married. She initially thought I was joking.
She goes in to see the guy, who tells her it is nothing to worry about. She can't get married until it is gone, fiancee insists.
He thinks it is ridiculous, won't take it off himself, refers her to plastic surgeon.
I go with her, and the plastic surgeon sort of rolls his eyes, "The professor is getting pretty picky." She tells him I am the one who said it needs to go.
"What does a foot doctor know about dermatology?" I know everyone has skin on their feet. "That's true"
We get married the next day, and on Monday get a call, she needs to come in and talk to the doctor about biopsy results, which means the biopsy was not good. I ask what grade melanoma it was, which is the sort of question you ask when you already spoke the doctor. Clark's stage 1. Go to the dermatologist, who is looking at me a bit differently, asks what made me think it was bad. "Everything. It was too big, asymmetrical, variegated color, inflamed at the margin, it was all bad." He asks if there are any others I don' like, the one on her shoulder. He looks, yeah that needs to go, and marks 8 others that he wants removed. Go back to plastic surgeon to margins revised on known cancer, and other stuff cut off.
"You made the professor look like a real ass on this deal"
Turns out the one on her shoulder was also melanoma. She was 25, none since then, but I am keeping an eye on things. I apparently have a good eye
If it looks sketchy, cut it off.