The True Vyne

They're gone. All gone. I went to the dermatologist and had three more basal cell cancers erased from my body.

Suddenly, really, suddenly I noticed two strange spots inches below my collar bone while combing my hair at the mirror a few weeks ago. I taunted the spots, "You can't fool me. I know what you are, since I've been through this before." I explored my skin more carefully and found another tiny suspicious spot on my arm.

I asked the dear folks in my small group to remind me to make a dermatology appointment, and I got a flurry of sweet reminding emails for the next several days. Buck made the appointment for me. God bless them, every one!

Last time, the first time, doctors had to dig a durn spot out of me twice(!), because I let it go for years out of ignorance. This morning the Physician's Assistant burned those nasty cells off my skin with liquid nitrogen before she could utter the words "Suncreen" and "Wide Brimmed Hat" more than once.

So, here's your reminder, friend. Tend the needs of your body you might sometimes put off. Earlier is better. Better late than never.