30 SPF sunscreen, to be exact.
I was raised by a mom who loved a good tan. LOVED.
We all believed some nice color made you look healthy.
Even so, my mom would make me wear a t-shirt in the lake
if we were swimming midday, because I was the fair-skinned child.
And still? I had basal cell carcinoma at 39.
Or at least that was when I finally went in to have it looked at.
Thankfully basal cell cancers are non-life-threatening.
My sister was the more olive-skinned child, and she has had it too. More than once.
Plus melanoma. Which thankfully wasn't life-threatening, but could have been.
This picture dates back a few years, but it shows my scar, and if you look closely, it shows where the outside half of my eyebrow is just makeup. Even after I had my spot removed, I confess that I wasn't that great about applying sunscreen unless I was going outside for an extended time in the summer. I hate spending a lot of money on consumables like make-up and moisturizer. Finally, I decided to try regular old store brand sunscreen on my face as moisturizer. I can now say I use it every single day. It works great on my skin, and I love it.
I learned this week that an old friend is having a melanoma removed from her cheek today. It will be an extensive surgery. The diagnosis could still be life-altering, but the effects of the incisions almost certainly will be. Please join me in praying for her.
And please. Use sunscreen.