It was inevitable.

Florida sun.

Outdoor life-style.

Bikinis and beaches.

 

 

I think I mentioned before that my daughters asked me what SPF/Sunscreen I used in my teens and twenties while I was basting & brazing on Clearwater Beach…………..

 

 

 

……………………………..Baby Oil……………………………..

 

Just baby oil.

Oh, and sometimes I would swap it up to Cocoa Butter…………again absolutely no SPF.

It was more like we were sautéing rather than tanning.

And occasionally we would goop on a glob of zinc oxide on our noses or on the tips of our ears…………

I tanned up real good……………….just my heredity, I guess.

Well, to coin a corny, old saying……………….the rooster has come home to roost.

 

 

~~~~~~~~~~There was the tiniest bump on the side of the bridge of my nose………….not colorful………….not dry…………….not obtuse………….more like a small atoll.

 

Well, whoopty-doo———everybody got so excited.

There were consults, there were biopsies, and there were discussions.

There were inside stitches/there were outside stitches…………………

Good news!!!!!           This is not generally the metastasizing-type of skin cancer.

But, I was a bad patient…………….

…………………..surprise!

I asked if they had to cut into my nasal cavity, would they fit the hole with a musically-tuned gauge, so I could whistle through it………..

…………………they were not amused…

My bathing beauty days are long gone.

I did like using Clearwater Beach’s sugar-sand combined with the baby oil as a nifty/super-dee-dooper exfoliant.

My butt was mostly covered back then———this was the era just after the nuclear testing on the Bikini Island chain, but before the thong-age………………….(phew).