Well, I went to the dermatologist bright and early to learn the treatment on my nose over the summer somehow did not work. So she took a biopsy and I probably have to see a specialist. It's my third skin cancer. Hopefully, it will respond to whatever the next treatment is. My skin is such a wreck. I do not like this part of old age. At all. All the crumbling and frequent scares and possibilities. I have the skin of a redheaded Scotswoman. Thanks, Dad.
I'm especially nervous because a neighbor died only a couple of months ago from skin cancer, and he was told it was fine, and yet it came back with a vengance. This surprise - the pulling the rug out from under us - is tough to get used to. Expect the unexpected. Yet you can't. All I can do is stabilize my center, which for me is what a great life I have, and how lucky I've been so far, and that I'm connected to the rest of humanity. As we get older, we're in stormy seas, and the boat had better be flat bottomed and buoyant, to ride through the waves. We're all sailing to the same place, but we can enjoy the ride.
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