Growing up in Florida, tan season began in March. First you got the base tan and then let it get browner for the next 7 months. This schedule repeated every year. Once I became a teen, tanning became a science. Baby oil and turn every 20 minutes, like a turkey. Laid for hours on the beach just baking. Eventually as I got older, people would ask about my “beautiful” tan. I was proud of that tan. Now, a few decades later – no so much. I have had various bouts of skin cancer for the last 20 years. I’ve been biopsied, zapped, scraped and reprimanded for those last 20 years.
With LESS THAN A MONTH 🙂 left in Florida, we have been working on the last doctor visits. Oncologist, ophthalmologist, gastroenterologist, dermatologist – the list of specialists gets longer as the years get larger. Today was my last visit with Dr. Feidler, my dermatologist.
If I were not moving, it would still be my last visit with Dr. Feidler. She just opened up her own practice in Boca Raton. I always went to her in Coral Springs so this appointment meant about 20 minutes extra travel. When I got there, on time, I was told that the wait was about 45 minutes. This is not an unusual occurrence. Why is Dr. Feidler’s time more valuable than mine? But it always happens – 1 hour or more every time.
So I waited, again. Seething. But I had no choice since I needed to get rid of all my budding pre-cancers before we leave.
Sure enough, zap, zap, zap. Four spots on my face, 4 on my upper body and 1 biopsy on my cheek. And I just had the whole zapping/biopsy process just 4 months ago.
Except for the biopsy, I’m clean again for another few months. My next doctor will be a dermatologist’s in David. I’m betting I won’t be waiting time after time for a doctor who books 4 appointments at the same time at 15 minute intervals. Unfortunately I also know that my new medico will be biopsying, zapping, scraping and reprimanding me about my past love of the sun.