It is becoming increasingly obvious that my skin is aging. Perhaps it is seeing my skin next to that of a toddler, untainted by life and sun, or maybe all the sleepless nights of infancy are manifesting themselves through fine lines and wrinkles. Whatever it is, my skin looks dull and the pores seem to be making a joint effort to slowly swallow my face in one blackhole of grime. I’ve been working hard to combat the pores and aging with various natural and store-bought products and nothing seems to really help.
“Maybe this is just my new normal?”
About a year ago a little spot on my nose started bleeding.
I applied some concealer and carried on.
Since then this little spot has slowly grown, popping open every so often to bleed and becoming increasingly difficult to cover with makeup. Last month I finally made it to the dermatologist, something that had been on the to-do list for months but kept getting pushed back due to all of Sabine’s appointments.
“Let’s take this mole off your back and THAT needs to be frozen off,” she said pointing to my nose and brandishing her syringe of Novocain.
Off went the mole.
Poof went the spot under the icy jets of liquid nitrogen.
“You are good for a year now! Give me a call if anything pops up before then!”
Two weeks later the bleeding nose spot was back, and bigger.
Yesterday I went back to the dermatologist, pointed to the nose and the first thing she said was, “Oh that’s not good.”
And then she biopsied it, explaining that since it came back so quickly and is bleeding she suspected cancer.
I must have looked instantly panicked because she explained that it is likely “just basal cell carcinoma” but that it should still be tested and removed if positive. With proper removal, prognosis is extremely good with this type of cancer. “Think of it less like cancer and more like a cavity in your face,” she said with a laugh and slice of my nose.
The biopsy results should be back in a week. Until then, I’m left to think about this thing on my nose and all the other things that might be coming down the road. I’m thankful that my first brush with the big “C” is such a minor one, but it still raises a lot of emotions and puts things into perspective.
This skin has seen a lot of sun. I was raised in Florida and Alabama and have always been outdoorsy. My complexion is fair and eyes are light. I have thin hair, a scalp that always burns and I hate to wear hats because hat hair is such a bad look. I often forget sunscreen.
I am a perfect candidate for all kinds of scary skin things.
Hopefully by monitoring future skin changes and making new habits I can avoid more serious complications down the road. Some new hats are on order and a special SPF 50 primer is now part of my daily beauty routine. And those fine lines, wrinkles and black heads? I am trying to embrace their presence and view them as a daily reminder of what is important – being here to see them. Aging beats the alternative.
How do you protect your skin against the sun? What are your favorite sunscreens and hats? And fellow thin-haired readers. Any tips for the hat hair?