Skin Cancer’s A Bitch

So here’s where I am today — I?  Am Pissed.  Pissed at myself for frying in the sun for years like a piece of freaking bacon.  Pissed at myself for thinking it was ok to burn my face cause it would turn to tan the next day.  Pissed at myself for being a hypocrite and lathering up my kids with the strongest kind of sunscreen while forgetting to put it all over my own body.  And as a result?  I just found out that I have basal cell skin cancer.

Since it’s basal cell, it luckily won’t spread and can be cut out.  However, the location of this God-awful “C” word could not be in a more inconvenient place.  The damn thing is just above my left frickin’ eyebrow, making it next to impossible for them to avoid taking at least part of my brow when they go to remove it later this month.  Awesome, eh?  And wanna know what’s even worse about the timing of this whole flipping ordeal?  Guess whose 20 year high school reunion is this summer?  That’s right, people — mine.  It’ll be such a blast catching up with people with my one eyebrow.  I might as well just write “Unibrow” on my name tag.

It sucks that it takes something like cancer to scare you into being diligent about sunscreen application.  It’s a very difficult lesson to learn, but I urge each and every one of you to take your own health seriously.  It’s definitely NOT better to be a tan corpse.  Break out your Banana Boat everyone, cause the sun, it is a shinin’.