Wake up. Wash my face. Apply chemotherapy cream. My routine for the past 27 days. Today was different. Different in a good way. The chemo tube was left undisturbed. Instead, an assortment of moisturizing agents. One in particular brought along an ironic twist of fate. That smell. That sweet smell. I was immediately transported back in time to those summer days. Those days we cooked ourselves under the sun. Those days we used Hawaiian Tropic Tanning Oil. Those days when a dark tan meant you were healthy. We were idiots in those days. Those days were 30 years ago. Today was different. The sweet smell was back. It was coconut oil. It was light and airy on my raw-cracked-bleeding face. I love coconut. I will admit to feeling a little peckish after applying the sweet smelling oil. Hunger aside…it was heaven. The oil worked well today with aquaphor and hydrocortisone. Anything that helps alleviate the constricting pain. The nasty but necessary chemicals that treated my skin cancer have left a short term legacy. My skin seems to constrict on itself every minute. The constriction brings pain. Intense pain. So I moisturize, and then moisturize again. Then I crave coconut macaroons. I love coconut.
It is time. Time to get out of the house. Time to assimilate. Forgive my appearance. Don’t stare, instead say hello. I am still that goofy guy from TV. I promise to say hello right back. It will get better, I got this.
Day 28. Thanks for stopping by. Pics below.
Please leave that big bag of coconut macaroons over there 😀