When it rains, it pours!

I swear that if it's not one thing it's another. My sweetie and I hired a lawyer for his Workman's comp case because we feel that the insurance company is being a bunch of wanks. They've doctored paper work, and stopped paying him. So we're applying for disability.
 I went to the obgyn on Friday. Everything seemed pretty fine, until he discovered a mole.I originally went because A) I haven't been in a really long time. B) A friend of ours has cervical cancer and she's really young, and I know that cancer in that area runs in the family. I ended up going for one thing, and being worried about another by the time that I left.
 So he decided he should take a biopsy for many reasons. 1) My mom died of Melanoma 2) I have all the great characteristics for it i.e.blond, fair skin, blue eyes, freckles. 3) it fit the "ABCDE" criteria.
 I've never had a biopsy and he was like do you want a referral, do you want me to do it? I was like well since you're already down there. So they gave me a local (which I've never had), and they took a sample, which I didn't feel. Then they were just gonna do one stitch, but it turns out the damn mole wouldn't quit bleeding so I have 3 stitches. It's right there on my bikini line, and keeps annoying me because everything keeps wanting to rub on it, etc.It figures that the first time I ever have to get stitches it's on my bikini line.
 Everyone is like it's probably nothing, you'll be fine. I know a girl that died from melanoma last year, she was about a yr older than me. My mom had cancer twice, the second time she passed away from it. It was too advanced in stage and there was nothing more that they could do.
All I keep hearing is support that I appreciate, like "It's probably nothing" or "They'll probably just remove it."
I've done a little homework, and regardless they will probably remove it, but they may remove it and I might have to have treatment if it is something. Now I'm all nervous, this sucks. Ive had at least two times in the past two days that I have suffered with the "What if's" and this shit blows. I can not wait for the results to come back, because either way, I'm going to be impatient until they tell me something. Sure I'd rather it be good news, but what if it's not?
 Now I'm frustrated and anxious about everything.

TTYL,
Little Miss Sunshine