A great writer has observed that life is the process of turning baby smooth skin into scar tissue, but this is getting ridiculous. I am running out of space. Now it is scar tissue over scar tissue. Soon there will be nothing but scar tissue left. Sometimes I find it difficult to believe I was once beautiful. Quite possibly I am not the first octogenarian to think this. Today the beautiful skin cancer specialist removed two more bits of me. I am a garden of cancer and it is harvest time.
Less you think this is serious, thus far it isn’t. Only inconvenient and scarifying.
The upside is that having undergone radical weight loss this morning, I can have ice cream for desert tonight.
3 comments:
I guess if you're replacing cancer with ice cream, you're technically getting sweeter, aren't you?
Or is that just me trying to find an excuse to eat some ice cream?
Ken in Perth
Evidence that I am becoming sweeter is surprisingly inconclusive.
Maybe more ice cream, then...
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