This morning I was drinking coffee and screwing off on twitter, cheerfully minding my own business when my doctor called to tell me I have skin cancer.
It’s the good kind. Shallow like the Los Angeles beach I probably got it on. I’m having surgery tomorrow and it will be removed, but for now: I actually have cancer.
I wear SPF 55 sunscreen.
Dr: “Ah, Neutrogena?”
Me: “Yep.”
Dr: “They’re good.”
Like they’re a law firm representing me or something.
The thing is what we were joking about on twitter is this. A really sensitive guyfriend of mine took exception to the meme on facebook that has women posting where they like to leave their purses as a breast cancer awareness callout.
It’s this season’s ‘pale pink with black lace trim’ status update. Last January women posted the color of the bra they were wearing to draw male attention to breast cancer. I think.
For example with the purses joke I’d say: I like it on my kitchen floor, and it’s not just one. I’m doing it with two Hobos right now.
The real issue here is, have I been smited? My friend feels that other kinds of cancer should get some attention and then, during that actual conversation, I got one of the other kinds of cancer.
The good news is that the mole I had the doctor remove from my neck just because it was ugly is totally cancer free.
