My 911 call to my angels worked

December 9, 2021

Today I had an appointment with my dermatologist for my six month checkup.   I've had a lot of basal cell carcinoma's removed from my body over the past thirty years.  Because of many surgeries as a child for a cleft lip and palate, I also have Post Traumatic Stress, so often impending doctor's appointments bring on high anxiety.   Today was one of them.  I wasn't afraid of what she was going to do to me though.  The anxiety felt like it was automatic.  So uncomfortable.  I did some EFT tapping and got some relief and I also took a quarter of an anti anxiety pill.  But more was needed.

I called on my angels.  "Help Angels!! I need help!! 911 Angels!!   This helped and by the time I got to the appointment I was calmer.   I walked into the office and up to the window to log in and what did I see but a beautifully decorated angel tree!  It felt like a sign.  It felt like a sign that my angels heard my 911 call.  You can call it a coincidence and I'm sure they didn't put the angel tree up for me, but it still felt like a sign and I will accept it.  Thank you Angels for hearing my call and helping calm me.  I did have another biopsy so the results remain to be seen.  If I need surgery I'll take my angels with me.  But hey, I know they are with me always and so are yours! 

Here are two pictures I took of the lovely angel tree.  Oh yes, calling 911 help angels has benefited me more than once.  

Now I want my own angel tree.

 Thank you for reading and hopefully commenting.  

It Was Just A Little Pink Spot - Day 6

First I want to say that I am not telling anyone what to do.  I dislike warnings.  So if this speaks to you fine, if not, that's fine too.

Oceans, beaches and pools have been my relaxation places.  As a child we'd spend some summers down at the Jersey shore.  Many summers I'd be having surgeries so the times I spent at the beach were special to me.  Smelling the salt air and feasting my eyes on sun sparkling on the ocean relaxed me to my core.  I also got some bad sunburns.  I'm not even sure if they had suntan lotion in the 1940s.

Little me in the ocean

Me on my Aunt's dock in Stone Harbor

When I was a teenager we moved to Florida and my parents built a pool in their backyard.  I was in my glory.   I turned golden brown and my hair became white/blonde.  My natal moon is in Scorpio which is a water sign.  Moon is all about emotions so no wonder I felt so at home living near water.

When I turned 50 I had a basal cell carcinoma removed from my chest.  I was so hoping that it wasn't skin cancer, but it was.  They found a couple more on my forehead so I decided not to go to the beach and sunbathe anymore. People told me, "Just wear long sleeved shirts and long pants and go after the sun goes down."  No thank you.  Nothing about that appealed to me. But I grieved.  When we'd ride by the ocean a part of me just wanted to throw caution to the wind and dive into the ocean.  A few years went by and I spent my time in the air conditioned house.  We talked about moving to the mountains, so we took a couple trips to the Tennessee, North Carolina mountains.  We decided we liked the Asheville area the best so in 2000 we moved up here.  I never saw a mountain until I was over 50 and my Taurus Earth sign fell in love with them.

Fast forward to 2014 I had another skin cancer removed from the side of my nose. This was a raised shiny crusty bump.   Last year I discovered a little pink spot on the side of my nose and rather close to my eye.  It was just an innocuous pink spot.  It didn't bleed, it wasn't crusty but in November my dermatologist did a biopsy and it came back as a basal cell.  I had a consultation with a surgeon who said it needed to come off and I should have had it off a year ago.  So February 8th I had the first surgery. Since it  was very close to my eye,  I had to have two surgeries, one, a mohs surgery to remove the cancer and

 a second with an optical surgeon to make sure the tear ducts were not affected.  She sewed me up pretty good.

The ordeal is done, I've healed pretty well but I'm also a little angry.  It pisses me off that this one special thing that I loved to do could cause so much damage.  Yes I know, it could have been worse.  I googled this and it seems that it's a DNA thing where the DNA cells are damaged and don't heal from sun damage.  Scientists are studying it more.  Yes I have a light complexion, blonde hair and light eyes.  So I am more susceptible but neither my mother or my brother have had to have skin cancer removals.

So if you've been in the sun a lot maybe check your skin for pink spots.  There are charts for what to look for on our skin but this one did not fit any of them.  It was just a little pink spot.

I know I need to tap on the grieving more (EFT/tapping)  because right now the sun feels like my enemy.