Step 1: Twenty years at the racetrack, bright sunshine, fresh air. The intoxicating aroma of 113 octane race gas!
Step 2: Sunscreen is for babies and gingers, not for me.
Step 3: See a doctor about that little thing on my arm.
Step 4: Said doctor mumbles something about squamous cells, and with no sympathy, extracts the little thing and about an inch of flesh in every direction. Sutures.
Step 5: Pay the nice lady at the front desk.
Step 6: Use sunscreen too little and too late.
Step 7: See the doctor about that little thing on my face.
I am recovering nicely. The doctor says that, in 3-4 years, you will barely be able to see that 3 1/2 " scar on my arm! Woo hoo.
Frankly, with all the noxious chemicals that have been floating around in my system to treat my lymphoma, I was a bit surprised that anything remotely related to cancer could survive within a mile of my body,
In early June, I go back to the Butcher of Fort Mill for a similar procedure on my face.
Don't be foolish, my friends. Use sunscreen and plenty of it. If a little is good, more must be better!