SKIN CANCER
My Face Surgery Left a Harry Potter Scar, Not an Eye Brow or Neck Lift
Skin cancer and an ugly selfie
I used to have visions of cosmetic surgery on my face.
No more.
I lost more time than I care to admit, sitting on my bathroom counter to get closer to the mirror. I fiddled, tweaked, and adjusted what I deemed necessities.
I pulled my sinking eyebrows up, defied gravity, and lovingly pictured post-surgical success. Then I smoothed my carved-in-stone, three distinct forehead ravines as flat as possible against their will. The skin that once flapped under my jawbone looked fabulous as I tucked it up under my hair and behind my ears.
My friends and family were forewarned that I was driven to fix years of sleep deprivation, stress, and angst that had settled in comfortably across every region on my face. Add years of tanning, the sun-worshipping goddess I imagined myself to be, and you have a recipe for wrinkles.
For me, for my peace of mind, for my survival award, I would make my face right again. I neared readiness to erase the damage.
Until skin cancer appeared.
My annual dermatological appointments for total body once-overs always ended with good news…
