The Check (a PSA)

Welp, for the second time this year, I’ve had to get a spot cut off my face. Is it delightful to have multiple shots in my face to numb it in preparation for said cutting? Nope. In fact, it is rather unpleasant and the woman administering the shots kept saying, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I know this isn’t fun.”

But you know what else isn’t fun? Melanoma! I will take off all the suspicious spots in the world if it means I might avoid that fate. I have reached an age where too many of my friends and family members are getting cancer diagnoses. I hate it. I don’t hate things as a general rule, but I really hate cancer. I know, bold statement. Everybody hates cancer. But the key to surviving it is to find it as early as possible.

If you see a mole, feel a lump, or something else changes that you notice, don’t wait. Get it checked out! Yes, it’s scary and nobody wants bad news. But the news has the potential to be much worse if we wait.

As for a potential scar on my face, it will fade over time. (Plus, if I feel the need to hide it, or don’t want it in photos, makeup can work miracles) And for now, it’s a sign that I am living. I’ll take that.