Another Skin Cancer Spot Removed

I see the dermatologist twice a year because of this damn skin I'm cursed with and today I got sprayed and also had a piece on my forehead cut out.  It's very near my hair line so I've been told not to wash my hair for a week.  A week!  I haven't gone more than 2 days (once in a blue moon it's 3 days) without washing my hair since I was a teenager.  In the 50's, the air was cleaner and we didn't use hairspray so our hair stayed cleaner longer.


There's a chance that the spot removed wasn't skin cancer but keratosis (I'm not sure I spelled that right), small spots of thickened skin that appear on old people.  Sorry about that, young ones!  I picked at it when I first noticed it and made it worse but the dermatologist said it looked suspicious enough to warrant removing it to be on the safe side.  I trust her expertise and will find out exactly what it was when I go back to her in 2 weeks to have the stitches out.


I was warned that I'll probably end up with a black eye and a headache from the surgery.  So far I have the headache and have taken a Tylenol...I rarely have headaches and rarely take anything for pain but the headache is bad enough now and would be awfully uncomfortable if it happened to get worse.


I asked the dermatologist if this skin problem was ever going to ease off and she said probably not, that we'd just have to catch any eruptions early to keep it in check.  Once the sun damage is done in our youth, we have to deal with the outcome in our old age.  I still see young people, especially in Florida and probably on vacation, with horribly sunburnt skin and it makes me sick.  I stop myself from going up and warning them what sun damage like this can do to their skin in later years but I realize they'd just think I was a crazy old lady so I hold my tongue.  No-one could have told me all those years ago, either.


Faye and I are going out to stay with Mary for a couple of days and I warned her I'll have dirty hair and have to sleep on my back.  Sleeping on my back means much louder snoring and poor Faye will be sharing a room with me.  We'll be going to the casino on Friday but I'm not too worried about my appearance there.  No-one looks at you in the casino because their attention is locked on their machines.


Oh well, this too shall pass.  And some other worry will take it's place.  That's life.