As long as I can remember, going all the way back to junior high school, I have had a "thing" on my forehead. The first decade or so I didn't think much about it and always wrote it off as a growth, wart or birthmark. I've always been asked what it is and never really knew what to tell people.

It's never really grown much or changed. It never hurts. And it has kinda become my mascot. I did get annoyed with it a few years back and took the Compound W to it. I almost had it gone, when what'ya know, it came right back. That's when I figured I wasn't dealing with any ordinary wart.

The other day, hot wife and I were shopping with a couple from our tennis crew. He's a doctor, she's a shopper. He looked over at me and without much emotion asked, "What's that on your forehead?" I answered with my standard, "I don't know, it's been there as long as I can remember. I think it might be some kind of wart." He very casually stated, "That's basal cell carcinoma. You need to have that removed."

Wow! Needless to say I was a bit flabbergasted. I asked what that meant exactly. He told me I had skin cancer but not to worry, I wasn't going to die. Thank goodness! I just started my own blog and I've got lots more to say!

I'm now going to schedule surgery and have my little friend removed. I'll most likely replace my "thing" with a scar but at age 46 (I think) I'm too old to really give a hoot.

So let this be a warning to all parents and kids. Wear some sunscreen and when you have a growth you're not sure about, go see a doctor. I'll keep you informed on how things go.

Labels: Curtis Tucker, Getting Old, Memories