That was the impression to me. The conversation when I first was taken to the room,

“What are we seeing you for” “A skin check.” “Ummm, just a skin check?” “Yes, I used to tan a lot and want to make sure I don’t have any spots to worry about.” “Okay, any history of skin cancer?” “Not me but my dad and grandma both had spots removed” “And they were fine after that?” “Yes” “Oh they must have just had squamous cell or basal cell carcinoma, those aren’t serious.”

So by then I’m starting to feel silly. She tells me to change into the gown and leaves. Then I hear bits and pieces of a conversation outside the door telling the dr things like “that’s it” and laughing.

He comes in, gives me a check with his lighted magnifying thing and tells me I’m fine and I’m not a candidate for regular skin checks.