This morning I went to the dermatologist to have her look at some moles on my back. I'll tell ya, it is always great to hear "Ooh, ya, I don't like the looks of that one." I don't know why I have had so many "bad" moles removed. It could be from my years on the swim team or just simply genetics. With the two the doctor removed today, I have now had eight dysplastic or pre-cancerous moles removed from my body. According to the National Institute of Health, because of these, I now have a 10-15% greater chance of developing melanoma in my lifetime (great). Now, I know what some of you are probably thinking. Why is she telling us about her morning having moles scraped off her body? I guess it is because ever since I did the Whole30 I have been looking at my health in a different way. I want to live a long and healthy life. One where I feel good. No pain, no digestive issues, no anxiety. I'm also hoping to encourage others to check their skin for any spots they are concerned about or at the very least get a skin check from a dermatologist once a year. It could save your life! I'm real big on self skin checks, just like I am about self breast exams. It takes hardly any time to check out your own body.
Soap box over.
The food intake since Whole30 has been going okay. My body definitely knows what it can't eat, and the dumb part of me likes to test that every now and then. I am working on adding in the exercise and these past two weeks I have definitely been more mobile that usual. Baby steps, people, baby steps. Jimmy and I are still on hold with fertility treatments. We aren't on any sort of birth control, but we aren't actively doing any treatments yet either. I am really enjoying taking my writing classes, and I want to see how that plays out. I am extremely determined to turn my passion into a published work. That is the goal I am working towards right now.
Because not much is going on these days, I'd like to leave you all with another writing exercise I did in my last class. We took a poem called Where I'm From by George Ella Lyon and we had to change the words to make it about ourselves. It was such a fun and interesting experiment to think about my childhood in the sense of both the physical and the emotional. What made me into the woman I am today? What sticks out from my childhood? It was exciting to write and I hope you enjoy.
Until next time,
Where I'm From
I am from snowsuits,
from swatted bottoms and maple leafs to spangled-stars.
I am from the chlorine-drenched summer suits.
with green-hued locks.)
I am from the roadside raspberry bush,
the half-finished houses
whose empty rooms and walkable beams I remember
beckoned to my adventurous spirit.
I am from sticky fingers and eight-track tapes,
from Betty and Veronica.
I’m from the yearning to be grown
and the needing to be loved,
from go faster and be better.
I’m from tear-stained cheeks
with cracked ventricles
and life lessons learned from shame.
I’m from the city, country, and in between,
cherry limeades and Saturday bagels.
From the memories we all lost
to the distance
the love of parents that held us tight.
In the attic lays a trunk
a baby blanket resewn.
first place ribbons and art class fails.
I am from saved moments-
A snapshot in time-
beloved notions from long ago.