I had a relatively small basil cell carcinoma removed from my face today. I don't actually know how large, and really won't know the damage, until Saturday morning, when I'm to remove the bandage, apply the proper ointment, and cover the numerous stitches again.
If anyone in you family likes to tan, discourage them as often as you can. Spending time in the sun leads to all types of crappy things, and I've enclosed a photo to help with your discouraging.
I'm lucky; at least for now. My mother died from Melanoma, and it wasn't a pleasant way to go.
In Case You've Wondered
My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.
If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com
One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.
I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.