“See you later Mom, I’m going to the pool.”
“Ok, just make sure you put on sunscreen first.”
“yeah, right” I say under my breath as I trot out the door thinking my skin perpetually youthful and somehow more olive complexioned than is reality.
I run across the street to the kind neighbor’s pool they offered my brothers and I during the two summers we lived there. I lay out in the sun, bake, burn… I did not much to my chagrin and constant attempts otherwise, tan.
My non-tan-able skin got fried that day as on most days that I pretended to use a shield against the sun’s harmful rays. I said ‘bring it on’, and I’m paying. And for the burn I got in Mexico because I didn’t think one could get sun on a cloudy day…oh i can't even go there- blistering, painful to lay on my back for months, crud.
I hear my mom’s words echo…echo…echo in my mind
…As I slather Efudex cream all over my face in effort to quell the mutiny on my epidermis.
Why oh why didn’t I listen and put the gosh darn sunscreen on before I went swimming (and all those oodles and oodles of other times). I suppose many daughters hitting middle age utter similar sounds. “Why oh why didn’t I listen?” I suppose many daughters are still saying 'yeah, right' under their breath. I hope we all begin listening more though. I really hope we do.
I regret not wearing sunscreen because I now have skin ripe with pre-cancer cells, basal cells, sunspots, and deeper-than-need-be-for-30-something-wrinkles.
Anyhoo, I’m applying cream that’s supposed to slough off those danger cells starting tonight. I’ll update on the 3 week process, try to find out a little more about how this Efudex stuff works. I understand the ol’ face might be a bit of a frightful sight as the medicine does the job and gets rid of the harmful whatnots. But would much rather look blistery and odd for a few weeks than the alternative, and let the mutinous cells keep having their way.