But we all know how life works . . . too much of anything is just not good for you. Maya Angelou said it best - "Moderation in all things. And even moderation in moderation. Don't get too much moderation, you know?".
And oh how Philip and I have loved the outdoors since we were kids. Not only did Philip play outside, he worked outside for most of his adult life too. Even now, as a Chief Engineering Inspector, he spends quite a bit of time in the sun. That's not going to change . . . but a number of things are.
There are three major types of skin cancer: basal cell carcinoma, Squamous cell carcinoma, and melanoma. If you had to pick one to have (kind of like picking our last president - the worst of three evils) . . . you would want the basal cell kind. It doesn't spread. Squamous cell can spread, but rarely does . . . and melanoma ~ well, melanoma just plain sucks. You would never pick melanoma.
Philip has squamous cell carcinoma. Hopefully the more accurate way to put that is Philip HAD squamous cell carcinoma ~ as today he had "it" removed. The bitch about this particular cancer is that if you've ever had it, the chances of getting it again are 50/50. The good news is that when caught early, it's completely manageable. Now you can bet I'll be going over that man with a fine tooth comb from here on out! 😍 I could never, in a million years, imagine my life without him.
So we switch to long sleeve work shirts and a hat . . . 50 spf sport fishing shirts.. . . daily sunscreen . . . and no more skinny-dipping in our blow-up pool every summer (which really sucks, but you do what you gotta do). 😏
I'm sharing this because one - I tend to share too much . . . and two - the doctor said that once the damage is done . . . well, it's done. So it's important not to allow the damage to happen. So my advice is . . . cover up ~ cover up now ~ and no more skinny-dipping!
As for my weird growth behind my ear . . . it's seborrheic keratoses - sounds freaky . . . but it's harmless and heredity (and already occupies many other body parts). Just another thing to thank my father for. There's no doubt I am my father's child - lock, stock, and barrel. I can only hope my kids love me as much as I loved him. 💗
I can't end this post without a photo. Now, I could photograph Philip's squamous cells, but that would be just plain gross (and the smell during his procedure - oh man, wasn't expecting that!) . . . how about I end with something pretty I captured this morning?