It’s not an upbeat selfie. It’s not a dueling scar incurred in the Cordillera de Talamanca highlands, as one friend suggested.
It’s the removal of precancerous skin cells via Mohs outpatient surgery. The removal itself was the size of a nickel and 2mm deep. When I agreed to see the site after removal, tears came to my eyes. With vast hesitation, I agreed to the long stitchery as it’s a type reconstructive surgery. It was performed by a highly competent dermatological surgeon (at Zitelli & Brodland). Six weeks earlier, what I thought was a skin tag on my eyelid was a precancerous growth. That one was ‘burned’ off with liquid nitrogen. Same treatment on my nose, ten years earlier.
My sun arrogance, is now and finally, humbled forever.
Part of me is a long-sleeve wearing, shade dwelling, blue-eyed, freckled Celt; the other me is kinda hell bent on having a good time under El Sol–swimming, bodysurfing, rock climbing, boating, meandering and traveling; landscaping and gardening–mostly without adequate (or any) sun protection for decades.
Due diligence, read up on what sun really does. (This is a good refresher).
And Shopping ! Wide brimmed hats, sunscreens, lotions to soften, potions to repair. More long-sleeved shirts and pants…..
C’mon, a girl has to get pumped about fairly radical change, right? So getting a really cool hat or 12 is key. Here are a few under consideration:
Old Faces Reuniting…..
I have two reunions this year: 40th Mt. Lebanon High School, and 36th Penn State Landscape Architecture class. I’m going with the dueling scar story. Yes, it’s healing nicely, thank you.