Skin Cancer Surgery Choices

Can’t take credit of info below - I asked ChatGPT

1. What makes Mohs surgery different?

My first Christmas as a widow…

November 30, 2004 was the day my husband passed away. I remember driving home in the rain, thinking the weather suited my mood. We had been in our new home only a month, moving from Florida to Tennessee so he could see me settled where I wanted to stay.

Reminiscing: High School Reunions

A recent blog post from a friend reminded me about high school reunions. I’ve attended two – my 25th and my 40th. The 25th was a resounding success, a comeback for a very shy student. I got to attend with my husband/soulmate (found after two divorces).

Last Words

Do you remember your last words?

Who’s old?

I’ve always said I couldn’t possibly be a senior because I was never middle-aged. Middle-age was always at least ten years older than me. Well, that argument went out the window when I hit 70. There’s something about being a septuagenarian that changes your perspective.

Things I never thought I’d do…

I saw a photo of a friend zip-lining and it struck me that I’ve done some things in my lfe that I never expected to do.

Things I’m too old to do anymore…

As I look back over the past over seventy years, I realize my priorities have changed and there are some things I just won’t do anymore.

Jaded with movies…

As I watched an action movie on Netflix the other night, I realized something. Most movies don’t thrill me anymore. There is a lot of “sameness” to them and I get the “I’ve seen this multiple times before” feeling.

Weird thoughts….

Just a few things that have crossed my mind recently…

Use by dates…

A fellow blogger posted this and it got me thinking. How much attention do you pay to the dates stamped on food packaging? Do you find the various labels confusing? Will you toss out any food that has passed whatever date shows up? Or will you go ahead and consume it if it still looks and smells okay?

You never know until you try…

I didn't know I would love salt on my watermelon until I tried it!

A post I read a while back rang a bell for me. I tend to like routine, comfortable things, and simple foods.

My eyes through the years

Our school did annual eye exams although I’m not sure at what age/grade they started. I do remember 6th grade. I was told I was near-sighted and needed glasses. Horrors! I felt ugly enough with buck teeth and dark natural circles under my eyes. But when I got them, I suddenly realized there was a clock on the wall in the front of the classroom. I’d never noticed it before. That meant I could sit in the back of the room instead of the front row and my shy self liked that.

My Top Thirty

A blogger friend posted hers in response to a daily prompt, and I thought it was a fun idea. So here are my top thirty likes…in no particular order (just as I thought of them).

Eyes, Nose & Ears: when things aren’t as they seem

Did you know that not all hallucinations are visual? Neither did I, until I experienced the phenomenon. But let’s take a step back in time.

I am that little old lady…

This post was originally written and posted in 2016. I posted an update at the end…

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I came to Florida right after high school graduation, at age 17. Everywhere I looked there were the old people. Of course at my age, anyone over 40 was old, including my parents.

I spent over thirty years in Florida, not all at one time, but interspersed with job related moves to other states. But there were always the old people. Shuffling and hobbling along, wearing outdated clothes, buried under big hats and in many layers of clothing.

I know I’m truly considered elderly when…

Ride my own? No way!

I was 55 when I learned to ride my own and it was a rocky start. I had never considered learning to ride, preferring to be a passenger. But when my husband was diagnosed with cancer, he spent the six weeks of radiation time convincing me I needed to learn. If he didn’t make it, I’d have family to ride with. At that time, both brothers and both their wives, a cousin and her husband, another cousin, my son, as well as my husband’s nephew all rode.

Changing priorities as we age…

Throughout life our priorities change. When we are children, we just want to be adults. Then, suddenly we ARE adults. Careers, family, and our status in life drive us. We strive for being the best in the areas that are important to us. Some choose careers first, some choose family first, some just survive. We each define our own “best life”, choosing through the decades as we age what we perceive to be our first priority.

Music moves me!

Music through the decades and the memories they evoke….

I’m a baby boomer, through and through. My pre-teen years in the 50s brought a love of doo-wop music as well as the classics from Rick Nelson, Paul Anka, Neil Sedaka, Frankie Avalon, Everly Brothers, Dion & The Belmonts, Del Shannon, and many others.

What am I good at?

I think my best trait is organization, I’ve always been very good at it. Whether it’s physical organization or computerized work, I love organizing things. I think it appeals to the OCD side of me as I’ve previously blogged about.