I’m home from the dermatologist where I had a basal cell carcinoma removed today. Yes, that would be skin cancer.
Really, this is the “mildest” form, the least aggressive… it’s only a small sore which wouldn’t heal, on my right shoulder. The worst part was them working so close to my ear. I could hear everything. And the tugging. Ugh, I am sown up tightly that is for sure (looks to be at least a dozen stitches). No lifting for two weeks, which is fine because I don’t want to get sown up again. Maybe super glue would work if I needed some extra reinforcement.
I came into the world fair-skinned and got my freckles pretty early. My hair was basically platinum blonde and my days as a little girl were spent barefoot and sunburned. I remember getting to be about 7 or 8 years old and wondering how the heck I was ever going “to outgrow” my freckles. By the time I was 25 I realized outgrowing them just wasn’t in my genes. I sure wish I could’ve kept the really blonde hair though, it has cost a pretty penny to keep that up.
So, you might say my earth suit got an alteration today.