Last week I posted ...... then I removed it. .
**Please don’t look at the picture and make judgement before you read.** It’s eaten at me ever since. Many asked where it went and said I shouldn’t have removed it because I’ve lost count how many have made appointments they were putting off....which made me think that more may benefit.
I want to challenge and foster conversation because I believe there is purpose for pain and for our experiences. In haring we can affect positive change. .
I heard the words skin cancer through the phone recently as I was prepping for a trip to Mexico. No time to process and the doc office couldn’t reach me until I got home yesterday. Still haven’t talked to the doc...still have questions. When I arrived in Mexico I felt a fraud...like I was faking a smile and I was focusing on why, what if, the unknown, and the C-word. Please hear me, I’m not comparing skin cancer to other cancers. My hair won’t fall out and I won’t have to go through chemo but I understand a glimmer of the fear that diagnosis can bring. .
My dad has been asking me to go for over a year turned into a diagnosis, a looming procedure and more biopsies, but I’m grateful I made the appt.
Up until that point I didn’t think anything was wrong with me. I’ve had moles my entire life....but this new one was different..... It’s hard to hear that there is something in you that has the power cancer does. .
It’s not a friendly word, but we shouldn’t fear it. It doesn’t change who we are but it definitely affects us and teaches us lessons about ourselves and others. It’s hard to hear the word when you don’t feel like anything has changed.