SKIN

Yes, how's that for a strange blog title! And it gets even stranger. I had a great time with my dermatologist this week. How's that for an odd statement? Let me clarify. I had an odd little dot on my arm. Actually, these days I'm getting a lot of odd little dots on my arm. Not enough protection during those years teaching tennis under a summer sun. But this one worried me. And then I found a mole - and everyone knows moles can become cancerous. And then there was that odd rough patch on my forehead. Let me tell you, we writers are creative. We can jump from "a dot" to "death" in under twenty seconds. Not that I expect to live forever, but I'm hoping when it's time to leave the stage I get to go as painlessly and pleasantly as possible. (Yes, don't we all!) So, visions of something icky started dancing in my head like demented sugar plums and I decided it was time to go to the doc. As it was everything was normal or weirdly hereditary. And that mole? Well, some people call them barnacles but my doctor calls them wisdom spots. Don't you love it? I came home and told Gerhardt I'm so smart it's coming out my skin.  And the moral of this story? Well, perhaps it's that worry accomplishes nothing.  Better to act and know what you're facing. Meet the concerns of life head on and deal with them, whether they be health related, financial, or relational. And pray. That's Doctor Sheila's prescription. And, if you have health related questions or conc, may I suggest one more thing? Don't go poking around the medical sites on the web. A web page can't run the tests you need but it can certainly alarm you. How do I know this? I bet you can guess!