The question was asked when I had the dark spot removed. The fabled black spot, surely the one pirates of yore spoke of in hushed tones around some drunken fire. Mine decided to appear on my right foot rather than either of my hands.

Do I have Cancer?

Are innumerable tiny little mutineers careening about my body, looking for some vacant property to find purchase? Borne of this little black spot?

From an anonymous pair of eyes behind a microscope, I received the answer today.

My black spot is gone. Apparently, mine was a preemptive strike- no Cancer was found, but the building blocks were there. Ten years from now, the answer would have been decidedly different.

Here's to being a hypochondriac. Time for sushi and drinks, now. Right now.