And the Skin Wins…

It was always a race with my body and the “skin” has won.  When your mom has had breast cancer twice, the first time at age 37, you grow up knowing there’s a good chance, you too, may face that opponent.  My colon has been shot since the get-go.  As my friends turn 50 and have their first colonoscopies, I give them advice.  I’m a professional when it comes to colonoscopies, as my first one was at age 23.  I’ve lost track but I think I’ve had about 18 or 19.  So, my colon always makes life interesting.  

But it was my skin which sold me out to cancer first.  The doctor had done a super job of preparing me so I wasn’t at all surprised.  And honestly, of my three body candidates in the running for cancer, I was thankful the cancer was just on my skin.  Seriously!

The doctor says she thinks she has it all.  I would like a bit more definitive answer, but I will take it.  She’d initially talked about having to remove some lymph nodes to see if the cancer had traveled; however, that plan changed and I am “good to go” minus two patches of skin.

All in all,  it’s yet another example in my life of a time where I have so very much for which to be grateful.  I was already trying to figure out how I was going to do chemo and teach my beautiful 5th grade people, but for now, I don’t have to worry about or fight that battle, and I’m thankful.  Super thankful. Thank you for your prayers, Dear Reader.  This week has had many ups and downs, so I’ve not much to say, but I didn’t want to leave you hanging after last week.

Until the next Wednesday the Lord allows.