Friday, 26 November 2010

Face has finally fallen off!

Day 24. Big Ouch! I've had enough and it hurts! I think I have reached the end stage of Efudix treatment although doctor wanted me to go to Day 28.


She did add a caveat however ...  "until your skin begins to ulcerate" and I've been there for a few days now - peeling, cracking , stinging pain, bleeding and oozing. There's basically no skin left on my forehead. After a sleepless night I went to the pharmacy and bought the healing ointment; a cortison-based cream called Sigmacort. I'll have a bout two months worth of this treatment left and all should be well. I really hope the pain starts to diminish ...
Please tell your kids to wear hats, sunscreen etc etc - I count myself lucky at this stage with just benign solar keratoses - melanoma is not good.

Tuesday, 9 November 2010

Time for the very big hat.

Day 8 with Efudix cream .... It's now starting to happen - with a vengeance! Skin is inflamed and "sun-spots" are very highlighted and sensitive to the touch. It's starting to look like my social life will be somewhat subdued over the next month as I hide under a very big had in my darkened bedroom.


This morning I also had stitches removed from an excised solar keratosis - relieved to hear that it was determined to be benign. Following that I had a lovely luncheon at the Salvo's Community Centre.

Last night I attended a volunteer recruiting session at Steamtown and I'm seriously thinking about taking on some curatorial work in their museum section. This could be combined with my uni studies on Heritage Studies. Further discussions are in train - excuse the pun! :)

Sunday, 7 November 2010


Day 6

My treatment with Efudix has not caused too much distress thus far. My skin felt oily for the first few days and continues now, although it is starting to itch. It also stings a little, especially if I go out into the sunlight and my skin appears to be a more blotchy. I'm applying the cream only to my forehead and down to the temples. I expect that will become more obvious as time passes.

I wonder if I should grow a moustache over the next month or so to concentrate on something else? :)

Wednesday, 3 November 2010

The Great Excoriation

Today I begin the process of atoning for the sins of my youth. The delightfully free growing-up days on the beach every summer before skin cancer was invented are now to cause grief, pain and embarrassment.

For the next month, or best part thereof, I will be complying with my doctor's instructions and submitting to the inflammation, putrefaction and eventual exfoliation of half my face.

I have been prescribed a topical cream called Efudix which should cleanse my forehead of numerous and sometimes hidden lesions which, if left unattended, could turn cancerous.

Over the next four weeks my skin will pass though various stages of the dying process in which it will become reddened, sore, itchy, painful and eventually blister to form horrible seeping pustules. A period of desiccation and crustification for two months follows after which my face will apparently revivify, losing its gathered scabbiness, and eventually transform to become as smooth as a baby's bottom!

I'll post photos of my visage at various stages with appropriate comments. I am definitely not looking forward to either the forthcoming holiday social season or summer's bright sun - I will be avoiding both.

Wednesday, 20 January 2010

A bit of Zen from a Friend called Diane

A hermit renowned for his wisdom laying dying in his cave. everyone came from the country round about and climbed the narrow winding path towards the cave. There wasn't enough room for them all, and so a very long queue formed, waiting breathlessly to learn what the master's last words would be at the moment of his final enlightenment. A buzz began, and the word started passing, "The Master says God is like a big fish....' People passed the word and puzzled over it. Then one young monk, a bit too independent, said 'Rubbish. God isn't a fish.' Up the mountain the word was relayed, and the master heard it repeated in scandalised tones at the cave-mouth. He raised himself on one elbow, smiled and said, "O.K. So God's not a big fish.' and then he lay down, still smiling, and died.

Thursday, 7 January 2010

I just found the follow me button


Could someone be a follower please? ... it's lonely here (see button up on left)

Time to start over ... again!

I've been renovating the kitchen, slowly, and was distracted by a headache and headcold. So with coffee in hand I browsed the net and followed some Quaker blogs. Some people are very gracious in sharing not only their own stories but also friendship and care. So I've re-started my humble blog and open to whatever happens.

At present I am in that in-between space of recovery from personal crisis and new horizons. Life in many ways is reasonably settled but unsettled, if you understand. I am forced to reconsider my inner journey, spirituality and life-directions.

I have befriended the Black Dog of depression who has been my companion for almost the last six years. Four months ago I stopped taking medication, under doctor's supervision and have survived till now with lots of up & downs, but nothing so bad as to require a return to the previous drug-induced flatness and death of spirit. I celebrate that victory ... but quietly.