Thursday, May 9, 2013

What I'm Dealing With

"Do you actually have cancer?" 

Those 5 words shook me to the core. It wasn't that I was asked the question. Clearly, people get interested.

It was just that I was in the situation that led someone to ask me that question.

No, I don't have cancer...praise the Lord.

A couple weeks ago, I went in for what has started to be a routine check up for my skin.

I hate to say it, but it has been over a year since I have been checked.

Two that I was most concerned about came back nothing...and the one that the doctor said would more than likely me fine, came back abnormal. Just goes to show that even doctors get surprises.

"We can go about this one of two ways. We can cut the outer edge of the spot and go deep...or we can go upwards and downwards and see what is in that tissue. But I don't want to do that, because that would be a pretty good size chunk out of your leg."

I sat there and started to cry. I'm such a wimp these days. I cry over everything.

I cried not because of a stupid scar.

I cried because I brought this on to myself.

After both of my mom's have said, "stay out of the sun, look what we have had to go through"...and even losing one, I still signed up for unlimited tanning at the tanning bed. I still laid out in the sun every chance I could in the Summer.

I'm now home, and have at least a week before I find out the results, and depending on what the results are, is whether or not they will have to go upwards and downwards on my leg.

This Summer, rethink about those sunny days. Even if you have "the type of skin that can take it"...I am beginning to think that's a load because anyone and everyone can get skin cancer, layer on the sunscreen. The burns, the blistering...every bit of what the sun does to your skin, is not worth the end result of having that golden tan.

Just look at what I'm dealing with.