A year and a half ago I was diagnosed with basel cell carcinoma between my eye and my nose. In all of Canada there were only 7 hospitals that would do MOHS, and my hospital was not one of them. However, the pathologist had worked in one of those 7 hospitals and was very familiar with it, so this is what we did. My surgeon was familiar with Mohs but did not have the skills to do a layer of skin at a time, so he just removed minute particles of the cancer at a time and then they would send it off to the pathologist for an assessment. He would wait for the report and then remove more skin if necessary. I know they did this, because I woke up and realized I was still in the operating room. I wasn't sure if I should sit up, say something or what to do. (I was groggy and relaxed so I wasn't too concerned.) It was very quiet, and I wasn't sure if I was alone, or what was going on. Then I heard someone enter the room and say "It's all clear toward the eye, but more needs to be taken away toward the nose". The surgeon said to me "We are going to freeze you some more" and I said to him "Make sure you give me some more of this", and I pointed to my IV. "Oh yes" he said, and I was put out again. When they wheeled me out of the O.R. the jostling woke me up again, and the Dr told me I was cancer free. I went back to sleep, and when I was fully awake, the Surgeon again came and told me I ws cancer free. It was a good feeling. It was a good operation, and I don't have a noticable scar at all.