My dear mother has a divot on her forehead the size of a small ravioli (or maybe a cocktail-sized crab cake – I’m really hungry!). She had a malignant skin cancer removed a few weeks ago, and she is going to have a pretty severe scar for the rest of her life. Happily, they are confident that the entire cancer was removed, and they don’t at this time believe that she has any other “spots” that will become a problem. But from now on, she has to be checked head to toe every six months.
She never was a sun-bather, but she worked in our yard and garden throughout the year. I never saw her wear a hat, and I don’t remember her ever putting what we used to call suntan lotion on her face. She never seemed to be tanned, nor burned, but this is definitely sun damage.
I was told years ago that, if the streetlights weren’t on, I needed to be wearing sunscreen. Our ozone protection isn’t getting any stronger, and we now have the ability to protect ourselves from at least one disfiguring and potential deadly cancer.
So consider this a loving reminder from a dear friend.