Today’s post has nothing to do with home decorating.
Its not a DIY project.
Its not a craft you can do in 15 minutes or less.
Its not a room tour.
Its just me talking.
Because sometimes I feel better when I tell my friends in the computer what is going on.
Tomorrow and the rest of this week, I’ll be a better DIY blogger and share things like a DIY cowhide rug and maybe some fun sequined coat hangers.
But today, its just me and you chatting about life.
I went to the dermatologist for a rash around my nose and had her check a spot on my forehead that had been there since October.
I thought it would be nothing and as usual, I would be over-analyzing things.
I know, it’s hard to imagine a crazy like myself doing that.
The doc wanted to take a biopsy of it and I didn’t think too much else about it. In fact, I didn’t even tell Grunt Labor about it until he got home that evening and asked why I had a band-aid on my head.
And then yesterday afternoon, the doc called.
The biopsy was positive for Basal Cell Carcinoma, a type of skin cancer.
And I really thought I was more prepared to hear that than I was.
You guys know me. I’m a hard ass. You guys get the occasional sappy post here and there, but I like to be funny and a wisecrack most of the time. Grunt Labor will be the first to tell you that I do not share my feelings very well.
But yesterday, this thing really scared the hell outta me. I’m 28, (but that stays between us, I had serious issues turning 26, so I decided to stay 25 when anyone asks) and I’m already having to worry about skin cancer?
Let me say, this little issue of mine is nothing compared to what others are going through right now or have been through. Abby’s story is amazing and she has to be one of the bravest women I know, the same goes for Holly. I am not in anyway belittling their stories or others. I just felt the need to share with you.
Apparently, if you’re gonna get skin cancer, Basal Cell Carcinoma is the kind to get. From what the doc says, they just go in and cut the rest of it out.
Of course, the minute I think of skin cancer, I think of a song, actually a speech that was turned into a song. You guys know I will find a song to fit any occasion. This guy gave a speech at a high school graduation that started out like this:
“Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99,
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience…”
And more fabulous advice is offered throughout the speech:
And it ends like this:
“But trust me on the sunscreen…”
Seriously y’all, wear sunscreen.
Lather it on like your buttering a biscuit.
Slather it on your kids until they are screaming that its in their eyes and it burns, then tell them good, now their eyes won’t get sunburned.
I have been pretty good at applying sunscreen in the past few years, but I remember some scorching sunburns in my teenage years. And of course, there were a few years where going to the tanning bed was a religion.
So on Friday, me and my basal cell carcinoma are going to be dearly departed from each other. I would appreciate any happy thoughts and prayers you could send my way.
Of course, cheap beer is always accepted as well.
And please y’all, no comments with skin cancer horror stories – only happy or sarcastic thoughts!
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