I was fortunate this time. The skin cancer surgery lasted about 2.5 hours, and the microscopy indicated that they got it all. The bad news is that I have a 3 or 4-inch incision on my head that was sewn together in a large, loaf-like hump with black thread. It looks like a huge, swollen caterpillar. The thing is ugly as sin and will probably leave a permanent scar that will make me look like a veteran Caribbean pirate. I am thinking about buying a black eye patch, like the one worn by the old Hathaway Shirt Man, to complete the pirate mystique. “Har maties!!! Trowels me old profile down good, and I’ll purse you all some dark rum.”
Take care of yourselves in the sun kiddies—or you too may one day get the pirate mystique on your noggins!!! Ooh!!! And it is starting to hurt. Time to break into the pain medicine.