For me, having the trifecta of skin cancers (malignant, basal and squamous) I find myself sliding occasionally, emotionally, as I 'wait for another shoe to drop.' Life is absurd sometimes. And it's ironic. But it always was - even prior to these skin cancers in what ought to be (so I was told, lolol) my golden years.

I don't succeed every day, but I try to focus on the positive. I've got sweet little grandchildren whom I see regularly. I live in a 55+ community where nearly all the folks here have some sort of physical inconvenience, and yes, sometimes those ailments are debilitating; but there's camaraderie and understanding here as a result. I have a Doc for whom I say grateful prayers. Over Memorial Day a calamity gave me a big infected leg, fever, a Thursday evening ER visit and pain aplenty. Away for the wknd, he face-timed daily and saw me at 5am on the Monday morning afterwards to help get me back on the right road. It's not all roses and lollipops for sure, and it's cold comfort to say "well, others have it so much worse." But focusing on the positives helps me hold the line on misery. Most days.