I have a scarlet letter to wear for the rest of my life. It is an "L", right on my jawline.
L is for LAME....someone who slathers themselves with baby oil and lays on the beach to fry, day after sunny day, year after year growing up in Newport Beach....oh, and without sunscreen....they are LAME.
L is for LOST....I lost a chunk of skin cancer yesterday and got 15 stitches instead.
L is for LAUGHTER....the kids still have that, and tease about finally getting to qualify for college scholarships because their mom "has cancer."
L is for LOVED....I feel that way because Jon is far more worried about my health than about my appearance. Sweetly and surprisingly encouraging to such an old woman as myself.
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