I know it must feel like I’m in Florida every other week. And maybe because it’s pretty damn accurate. I’ll be heading back to South Florida next week. However, this time it’s for a wedding of a friend of mine from back in the day. She was one of my best friends when I lived in Ohio. Even though I’ve moved to Texas and haven’t had the opportunity to see her in many years (she has three large dogs and a toddler, social visits are not exactly easy to coordinate around those), as soon as she texted me that she was getting married I made a promise to be there. Thankfully, she opted for a wedding in the Florida Keys instead of Ohio so I don’t have to play the round-robin of family visits and can instead spend some time hanging out and relaxing instead.
I do find it curious that for a woman with a melanoma scar, I seem to be finding myself in Florida often. But I always wear a ton of sunscreen and make sure to cover as much skin as possible during the daylight hours. My friend getting married doesn’t know my melanoma story. As I mentioned way back at the beginning of this blog, I haven’t told too many people, especially ones that I don’t see on a regular basis. For awhile, I was nervous about it not being gone with the excision. Then, I was feeling that I would just look attention-seeking if I mentioned it after the scar healed up. So now, I only ever really talk about it here on this blog unless someone sees the scar and asks about how I acquired it.
In all likelihood, it won’t even be a topic of conversation next week because really, how obnoxious would it be to bring up something like that during someone else’s celebration? And it’s nice to be able to reconnect with friends without having to talk about the time that my body decided to go rogue. Hopefully, my immune system can keep fighting off anything that might come up in the future and prevent a recurrence.