Stella will miss me. We've become good friends while I've stayed at Tim's this week. Moving was busy and I'm glad it's done. I'm trying to get everything in order to fly Fri. Didn't get to d aym goodbye to everyone.
Thought I look like I have chicken pox there are no blisters. These little cancers will disappear in the next two weeke in time for my flight to Brussels, I hope.
So, these are the last photos of my naked, ugly face. you'll have to endure. You know I make books of my blog and these will go into one to remind me I need to repeat the treatment in another two years.
The eyes are puffy because I am sleepy.
My days and nights are switching places and I am sleep deprived.
My body thinks it is on Amsterdam time already.
The temps are plunging again.
It will get down to zero tonight. I am so ready for all this
polar vortex to return where it belongs,
at the north pole.
I shot photos on my android Samsung 3 but they didn't make it to my email
when I tried sending them..
I took lots of beautiful photo of jonquills and pear blossoms.
The freeze will probably kill them
I'm ready for the Oscars tonight since I've seen quite a few o
the movies. It helps the packing go faster.
My dermatologist told me yesterday to use the Fluorouracil Topical Creaem, USP, 5% for two more days. It will have been almost two weeks since I began the treatment. Then I am to use an different cream which is waiting to be picked up at the pharmacist's. That will be applied every day for two weeks. I will go back to see Dr. Mullanax in Arlington one more time, the day before I leave for Holland.
His nurse explained to me that these red places are skin cancers and the cream acts like a chemotherapy in pulling them to the surface face and forcing my immune system to destroy them. They were created long ago, when I was a teenager and young mother sitting around a swimming pool watching my children play in sun and water, softball games, picnics, walks in the neighborhood, etc.
In two more years the dermatologist wants me to repeat the procedure. For the past thirty years I've been having these places removed as they surfaced, one by one. The first one appeared when I was 36 years old. I don't need any more pot holes in my face.
I've had a lot of positive comments and emails about this post so I hope you will take care of your skin. I can't tell you what your spots are on your face so go see a professional.
This beautiful self-portrait was painted by Vigi Le Bruin. She was an American painter and one of the few women admitted into the painterly circle, headed by Robert Henri, of Impressionist Painters in New York in the early 20th century. You can be sure she didn't expose her skin to the sun. With Sandra Dee. Bobby Darrin, Annette Funicello and Frankie Avalon at the Beach Parties, we scoffed at those women, flaunted our bikinis and are now paying the price.
When my daugher, Nell, was born and old enough for me to take riding on my bicycle in a baby carrier, I made her a little yellow and white gingham check bonnet like you saw the girls wear on the Little House on the Prairie. I don't know if she has a photo of it. My point is that she was soooo fair I always had her face covered.
Now that I live in the Netherlands most of the year I don't see the sun. But when it peeks out from behind the clouds it will find me with a face cream that has a UV protection. My make up has it and I cover up my arms with long sleeves.