I found out in January that I had basal cell carcinoma on my nose. A week ago, I had it removed with MOHS surgery. Today I get my stitches out. I have been told that ultimately, I will be pleased with the results. I’ve been doing a healing meditation from Peggy Huddleston, where I visualize a positive outcome. But this drama goes deeper…I am experiencing a strange mix of fear and hope, along with talking to myself about the freedom in letting go of being “pretty.” Honestly, I can remember when I was in about 5th grade, going to a costume party and I dressed up in my dad’s clothes and went as what we called then, a “hobo.” All the other girls were in “pretty” girly costumes except for me. I remember how it all changed for me once I was 12 and I think, the me that dressed up as the hobo, not caring what I looked like, that was the real me.
During this time of Omicron surge, I am spending a lot of time doing 1,000 piece puzzles. Here is one:
Here’s what I wrote about our recent backpacking trip, including photos!