As the days get longer and warmer around here I start my annual quest to find the perfect sunscreen. You see, I’m a skin cancer survivor and Colorado isn’t exactly kind to us fair skinned individuals who need to be careful out in the sun. Neither is growing up in California for that matter. You can see from this picture that my over-exposure to the sun started at an early age.
Unfortunately, in 2003 I was diagnosed with Melanoma. I’ve been extremely lucky so far and have had no recurrences. I’ve been wanting to write about this for a while but I just haven’t really found the right way to share. Last week, blog reader Frances, sent me a link to this video.It captures perfectly what I have wanted to say about this.
I was going to show you gory pictures of my leg after surgery but I thought I would just leave you with my note to my sixteen year old self.
Dear Sixteen year old me,
Here’s a little advice that you probably won’t listen too.
That guy you have the CRUSH from HELL on…he’s never going to feel the same way about you. But, that’s OK because you are going to meet and marry the best guy ever...and have two great kids.
Don’t lie out in the sun, you are never going to get a tan…NEVER. And it’s not worth the huge chuck of skin they are going to remove from your leg when you are 42. And it’s not worth the worry you are going to feel when you think about not being there for your kids.
Also, don’t stop drawing…you are going to really like that someday!
Your 50 year old self
p.s.Wear a hat and sunscreen!