Desiring to be Different

Ever wish you were like someone else?  I am healing from my tenth MOHS (skin cancer) surgery, this one on my forehead, right between the eyes.  I’ve had others on both sides of my face and on my nose, even one on my temple. accompanied by six weeks of radiation.  I asked the Surgeon why.  His answer was simple – “fair skin and Texas resident.” I tried to blame it on my mother, remembering her words, “Go outside!  Take off your shirt!  Get some sun!”  It wasn’t her fault. She was only offering advice based on her training as a Registered Nurse.  She knew I needed the Vitamin D provided by the sun.  My Surgeon further took my mother off the hook, by adding, “You can go to the mall, park on the edge of the parking lot, walk across the lot into the air-conditioned buildings, and if you’re not wearing a hat, you’ll get skin cancer as you walk.”  So, I’ve given up golf, daytime sports events, trips to the beach, yard work (thank you, Jesus), and trips to the mall, replacing all of this with multiple micrograms (mcg) of vitamin D3.  I’m just a Jacob, wishing I was an Esau (Genesis 27:11).