Anniversary

About 2 years ago (give or take a day or two), I had surgery on a stage one melanoma on my back. This wouldn't be a big deal, except that the melanoma is scary shit, manalo. Of course when I got the diagnosis, the first thing I did was hit the internet. Just to see what I had. And I got the crap scared out of me. Luckily I am OCD enough to notice when moles turn to something else. Because if I had ignored it, damn the news is grim. Melanoma, once it reaches stage 2 and 3 is really tough shit. And stage 4 is pretty much terminal- only a 10% survival rate. Those aren't the kind of odds I ever want to contemplate. But I probably will someday, since life is terminal anyway. But who the hell wants to rot away in a bed somewhere of cancer. Especially when pretty young.

So, moral to that story- wear sunblock. Get your sorry ass out of the sun, stupid. It isn't doing you any favors. Especially in higher elevations like MT. And get the moles checked on occasion. My specialist said that if they're funny looking but smaller than a pencil erasor diameter, don't worry about them. But if they are larger, then get it checked out. I think that I prefer the 5 inch scar on my shoulder to being dead. Over and out.