Skin Tags (Acrochordons)

Several weeks ago, I went to see my dermatologist to get an abnormal growth in my left armpit removed. He removed it and sent to the lab for biopsy. It was benign and the procedure was covered by my insurance companies.

Two weeks later, I found more growth with similar characteristics, not only in my two armpits but also on both sides of my neck. I went back to see my doctor today. He told me that the 1st time it was covered by my insurance but not this time because it was positively identified as skin tags (acrochordons) and no insurance company would cover its removal (i.e., classified as cosmetic surgery). I have to pay myself for armpit and neck both and it will cost me $400.00 each. And it will take two trips to his office to do it.

The doctor suggested to do nothing or do the armpits first – where it has three big ones. The fourth big one (biggest) was very irritating and I pulled it out myself with my bare hand the other day and it only bled a little bit. By doing nothing I have to pay my office visit out of my own pocket anyway which may cost ~$100.00 (?) already. The big ones in my armpits I can deal them later. I can pull or cut them out myself. Why not? This time, I am prepared and have more experience of doing it. Therefore, I told my doctor to do my neck first because there were a lot of them and with no big ones that I can pull or cut out myself. Mom was laughing at me after hearing my reasoning.

After the doctor removed about 20+ of them on my neck, he told me he had time to removed the ones in my armpit also. Guess what, I prepare to remove those three big ones myself while saving $400.00. My intention is to do myself on skin tags later on if it is possible. I think just to have a knife or scissor ready with some home sanitation procedure and close my eyes …

Stay tune 🙂


Tonight I went to the local library to the first of a series of seminars given by the local agencies that service the community of people with disabilities. It was mainly an introduction and overview of the services and programs provided to Maryland citizens over the course of their lifetime. I don’t often spend much time thinking about what Edda will do or where Edda will be once she’s 21 and has aged out of the school system, but I was surrounded by parents of kids who are graduating from high school trying to navigate adulthood.

There were some frustrations, figuring out how to apply for appropriate day programs, how to get medical insurance coverange once the child has turned 18, how to secure expenses for vans/home modifications.

I’ve been working this past week on how to get funding for an adaptive van and a lift for the stairs. I do not need this right now, I think Edda will need them in a year or two, but I think there is no funding from the state for these kinds of environmental modifications. My guess is that beyond the cost of a regular minivan, the truly adaptive minivan will cost another 30K and then the chair lift, maybe 15K.

Sometimes I wish I could peek in on Edda’s life when she’s 20 or 40 to know that somehow we will make it to that point in one piece, to know that she will have found her place in the world and that she is happy.

Monica Pie

Today, Rena & I passed by a locally famous pie place called “Monica Pie” along Keuka Lake, NY. Too bad, their pies need refrigeration and we didn’t have one while traveling. Some local people told me that one time, this place provided pies for State Dinner in the White House. I saw one guy in front of us bought five boxes. I guessed it must be good. May be next time.

Ballet, again.

Vince had his 3rd week of ballet this week. I took Edda with me to the 10 am class. I came home feeling a little sorry for myself because there really is nothing like being surrounded by a thousand very cute 4 year-old ballerinas swarming around Edda’s wheelchair to make me feel a little sorry for myself.

I came home, Jeremy gave me a stern pep talk and I tried to pull myself out of my mucky-mood.

At 2 pm, we went back to the ballet studio with Edda for her first class this fall, very much prepared for Edda to be the most disabled person there (which is often the position I find us in), but it wasn’t the case. And Edda really enjoyed it. Which is great! (But I’m still feeling a little sorry for myself. I’m not too worried, I’m sure I’ll snap out of it soon.)




We are trucking along here in the Lee-Martin household, hoping that we are not heading into the 2nd Great Depression (Jeremy is obsessed with the fed and the roiling of the markets this week, so our dinner time talk has been less than uplifting). Last week at my parent’s house, Vince found his uncle Donald’s old Star Wars monopoly game…