For at least three decades, I worshipped the sun. I loved how I could give my skim milk-colored skin a golden tone even if it meant enduring a painful sunburn along the way. I worshipped the sun for how it enhanced my appearance. Ironic.
There is nothing pretty about what the sun did to me. A few months ago, I had 24 stitches on my face after the removal of basal cell carcinoma - - a form of skin cancer from heavy sun exposure. And yet I feel fortunate. This relatively common skin cancer is treatable and not as consequential as melanoma. Friends, please use sunscreen.