My previous posts highlighted the goofy ways I manage to mismanage myself. Today’s post will shift more towards the serious efforts to manage myself when it matters the most.
My Dermatologist prescribed a treatment of Carac, Fluorouracil cream, used to treat actinic or solar keratoses which are scaly or crusted lesions caused by years of too much exposure to sunlight. It works by killing fast-growing cells such as the abnormal cells in actinic keratoses and basal cell carcinoma, according to PubMed.
I am choosing to remain optimistic by looking at it similar to muscle pain you feel after a really good work out. The discomfort is a sign it’s working and it’s only temporary. The treatment will last another week, then my face will return to its normal, cheery self.
However, it is startling the hear your son say "What’s wrong with your face?”
Ahhh...the life of the sun worshiper...lying on the beach...drenched in tanning oil...accumulating burn after burn in quest of the perfect tan. SPF? What’s That?
Harsh reality struck at age 36 while expecting my third child. My Obstetrician noticed a small red spot on my upper left shoulder when injecting a necessary rhogam shot. An initial biopsy's results were negative for cancer, fooling us in believing everything was fine. It wasn’t. Within one year, the small red spot, about the size of a pea, grew to the size of a quarter. A second biopsy revealed malignant melanoma.
These less than attractive photos, I will not be sharing. I have nightmares of coming across them in medical journals on melanoma. Trust me...they're scary.
Please think of me when you are in the sun. No matter what the weather or time of year, wear your sunscreen. Make it a part of your daily routine. Protect yourself. And moms out there....PROTECT YOUR CHILDREN. Save them from looking like this.