Probably the most shocking thing that I’ve learned from getting skin cancer is people DO NOT want you to joke about it, or laugh about it, or declare that this is how you get insurance to cover your nose job.
I’ve received emails from friends saying that they know that even though I’m laughing on the outside, I must be so sad on the inside… REALLY? I’m sorry I don’t think we’ve met, my name’s Mona, I’m gonna find a reason to laugh at everything… well except dead animals on the side of the road, that shit is fucking depressing.
I had a co-worker ask me to stop joking that I’m going to be coming in on Monday with no nose, and that I shouldn’t joke, because this is so serious… REALLY? Skin Cancer is serious? Well shit, thank goodness you told me, I never would have known otherwise!! Dude, they should put that in the news or something, people need to know that cancer is bad… wait, what?? THEY DO!?!? Why am I just hearing about this!?!?
Here’s the thing people, I know skin cancer is serious, and bad, and scary, and sad, and all that other stuff. But it’s also mine to deal with how I see fit. And I see fit to say “Fuck, I really should have listened to my mother and put on more sunscreen and worn hats!”. But I didn’t, I didn’t wear sunscreen regularly on my face cause it smelled, or it was sticky, or I was lazy, or I forgot, or I don’t know, I have a million excuses for not putting it on daily. Although, I have no excuse for not wearing hats, I look fucking amazing in hats.
But it’s happened, I didn’t take care of my skin and now I’m paying the price. If I’m lucky, I’ll only have to pay with a few layers of skin, if I’m not as lucky I’ll pay with a portion of my nose. But it’s skin cancer, not breast cancer, or ovarian cancer, or any of the other horrible cancers that make people pay so much more then what I’m going to.
So I’m going to look at this as a lesson learned, a lesson that’s gonna leave a scar, but will also leave me alive. And I’m totally happy with that.