I've been dealing with skin cancer for over 20 years. I'm so sick of this shit. I lead a 95% healthy lifestyle (I eat the occasional piece of dark chocolate and don't always handle my stress well - duh).
I thought I'd finally gotten a handle on it and slowed down the progress. Nope, only temporarily. My body is riddled with it again, and I feel like I'm still eating and living exactly the same. The one on my face has mostly disappeared thankfully. But I found a few more on my body. Fuck.
I refuse to spend the rest of my life getting chunks of me cut and burned off. Aren't the fucking migraines enough of a burden? Why is life so goddamn hard so much of the time?
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