Sunday 26th May

Well, this month has really flown by, but I don’t seem to have been part of it at all! Two major operations, visits to hospitals and surgeries, three weeks in bed, getting used to using crutches, and pain; oh my goodness the pain upon trying to reach the bathroom!

All this does now seem to be easing, as I become part of a waiting game.

Waiting for the next course of action. And thinking,  and pondering, and wondering.

Why?

At work, when I first mentioned I may have a dodgy mole on my foot, one colleague’s response was: “Oh, but you do like the sun don’t you?”

Another acquaintance told me today: “You know what it is, don’t you ~ the sun”

And a relative knowingly informed me “No more sunbathing for you, you’ll have to cover up now’

Do you know, I don’t particularly want to hear your condescending claptrap. If that’s all you can say, then I don’t want to listen.

I am not stupid, nor irresponsible. I happen to like being outdoors when it is sunny; I love going to the beach, whether swimming, snorkeling, sailing, or just feeling the warmth on my skin. Sunny days are feel-good days, happy days, ones filled with smiles and laughter. And I do protect my skin, especially on my face, using SPF 15 through the winter, and 30 to 50 in the summer. Our time spent sitting on the beach on our summer holidays lasts for a maximum of a couple of hours (our son would prefer us to be elsewhere ~ shopping, at a theme park, eating).

I do not burn, nor blister. I am careful.

So yes, what is happening to me is probably the result of being out in the sun, but I do try my best to protect myself.

Sometimes life can be a little unfair.