Engaging Introduction
Let me tell you about the morning I nearly called my doctor in a panic over a tiny red dot.
I was getting dressed when I noticed it: a small, bright red pinprick on my chest. I’d never seen it before. Was it new? Had it always been there? I stared at it. I poked it. It didn’t hurt. It wasn’t raised. It just… was.
Within seconds, my brain had cycled through every worst-case scenario. Leukemia. Meningitis. Something rare and terrible that I’d see on a medical drama.
I texted a photo to my sister, who’s a nurse. She replied in thirty seconds: “Cherry angioma. Totally harmless. Stop googling.”
I stopped googling. But I didn’t stop wondering.
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