So after years of lecturing, begging, and pleading, I finally went to the doctor to check me over for skin cancer. I started tanning in a tanning bed when I was 17 years old. I quit tanning last year when I became pregnant with surrogacy number 2. I haven’t been back since. Now that it is summer time, I miss that tanning bed like bees miss honey. It is amazing how much better I feel about myself when I am tan. Needless to say, I have been sneaking little peaks at the beautiful sunshine...knowing I am probably full of skin cancer.
So I finally took the plunge. Set the appointment. Sat in the waiting room. Followed the nurse to my room. Stripped down to underwear. Let myself be examined. I HATE this part of ANY doctor. Everything that you think bad about yourself, multiplies when you are laying there completely exposed, in front of a female doctor with a body cut like Demi Moore in G.I. Jane. As I am laying there, wishing I hadn’t had those brownies two days before, I tried to position myself in the best way possible to show off my screaming flabby body. EVERY woman knows these positions. When we are laying with our husbands trying to appear sexy, we lay at a slight angle with one leg folded up. The slight angle does two wonderful things. Makes that hip bone come out slightly (making you appear thinner), and with that leg up, it also appears thinner and inviting....right? Admit it! We all have these certain positions that we know make us look 10 years younger and 10 pounds lighter! So here I am, laying with one leg slightly folded, and leaning towards one side. After checking my front, she has me flip. There goes all my hard work, down the drain. No way to look athletic laying on your stomach. I knew then, it was all in God’s hands. As I laid there, I prayed for three things. 1. God would give me the will power to eat healthy from this day forward (no more brownies). 2. God would keep her eyes focused enough to spot cancer, but unfocused enough to look over all my flaws. 3. That this appointment would be a waste of time and she wouldn’t find anything.
So this is my theory. People die of two things. Accidents or cancer. If we don’t die in some tragic accident, the heartless disease called cancer will take us from what we love. She found a spot on my shoulder. She assured me it was probably just basal cell cancer, but she still took a slight chunk out and sent it in for testing. So I am not sure God heard me too well since 1. About a half hour ago I had a handful of rice-crispy treats that have been crying for me to eat them all afternoon, and 2. She found what I feared she would find.
So the good news is basal cell is no big deal, I figured I probably had it anyway. So back to my theory. Do you know all the things that cause cancer? Tobacco causes lung cancer, lip cancer, throat cancer, tongue cancer. Sun causes skin cancer. Being overweight, drinking alcohol, exposure to radon, lead, cleaning products, pollution, some medications can even cause cancer. I have heard talking on your cell phone now, can cause brain cancer! I read once that drinking water that has been in your vehicle for a long period can cause cancer. Just so you understand, everything you do can cause cancer. There is no way to escape it. Sometimes its flat out genetics! You can do everything right, and still get it! I am not sure it is something we should fear anymore than getting struck by lightning. The Good Lord will take us when he is ready. He will choose how we go, and when we go. In the meantime, I will try my best to cut out the brownies, and force myself to put that creamy substance called sunscreen on myself before giving the sun any of my undivided attention.
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