The lab report came back showing that I have 2 kinds of skin cancer cells present on my nose.
The side of my nose started to bleed spontaneously after my shower on the day we left Tanzania. We flew to London and on to Lisbon that night and next morning but as soon as I got to internet again after landing I asked Mom to book me in at the dermatologist when we arrived in California.
So, yea, skin cancer. Hhhhhmmmm. I have basal and scquamous cells present.
The C-word... Never welcome.
Here are the fortunate things--
We found this very quickly.
The doctor says this is still in the "good" zone, whatever that means.
Removing skin cancer from faces seems to be par for the course here in California.
Basal cells are relatively non-threatening.
Scquamous cells "can be aggressive if not treated" but we are treating them.
I have a pre-op visit on May 5 and surgery on my nose on the 12th. We hope that it will be a small surgery and not require a skin graft. But even a skin graft wouldn't be such a bad deal in the scheme of things.
But, yes, I was teary and shaken to hear the words "skin cancer."
I've not really been a sun-worshipper. I've had some bad burns accidentally in life and those all add up. I've been in a lot of sunshine since I've lived in California, East Africa and Portugal.
I've also never really done much to care for my face. I mean, I do wash it in the shower and I've used mascara and lip gloss for a long time. I haven't had a lot of product for the old face apart from moistureizer. When I was 39, I went to the make-up counter with my big sister and had the lady show me how to use a little foundation. I figured I should grow up a bit since I was about to turn 40.
So my new thing this week is to give my face a little more love. I bought a hair band to push my hair off my face so I can cleanse it properly. And every morning I smooth a nice #40 sunblock for faces on, which I should have been doing for many years. Then I don my lovely new hat to shade me.
Being nice to my face is kind of pleasant. The redness and scabbing is all gone from the biopsy sites and I look no worse for the wear.
Thanks for prayers. Mostly, I feel calm... And a little freaked out from time to time.