It was a good thing I had those moles removed, as it turns out the funny looking mole on my foot was a melanoma in situ. From what I can tell, this essentially means that while it is cancer, its completely contained and can be cured by a simple removal of the affected site.

The only problem with that is its on a funny spot on my toe where there isn't exactly a whole lot of extra skin laying around. The initial surgery was complicated enough to sedate me, and my doctor isn't sure there's going to be enough room in order to get everything out. He's even bringing in a plastic surgeon to help. Should that be true, it may turn out that they'll take my entire toe off. Thus, Peter Ninetoes.

Not that I'm hoping for this conclusion, but it will definitely allow me all sorts of fantastical tales to tell when I'm lounging about the pool with the family. Right now the #1 explanation will be that I lost it during my days an an international spy, or perhaps that time I was bitten by a barracuda when I was doing some undersea exploring. While I may lose a toe, just think of opportunity gained!