Today is my birthday.
Now, before you immediately leave to log onto Facebook and quickly type the words “Happy Birthday” onto my page so that I know that you love me… I have a request for you.
Yes, I know I’m such a selfish, selfish girl. Um, or woman. I guess at age 35 I’m firmly into the “woman” range of life now.
Logging on to Facebook would take you a couple minutes, right? Maybe a few more if you’re not already a fan of my Pocketful of Joules Facebook page. So let’s round up and say that wishing me “Happy Birthday” would take you 5 minutes.
Here’s what I’d like you to do with those 5 minutes instead:
Option #1: If you already have a Dermatologist
Whip out your phone, call their office and make yourself an appointment to have your moles checked.
Option #2: If you don’t have a Dermatologist
Call your doctor and set up an appointment so you can get a referral (if needed) or go on Facebook to see if your friends have any recommendations for someone to see. Call them up and make an appointment to have your moles checked.
Can you do that for me?
Because that is what I really, really want from you on my birthday.
As much as I’m thoroughly confused on how I came to be the ripe, old age of 35, I can tell you that I’m absolutely thrilled to be given the chance at another year of life. Out of the four moles removed from my body, two of them contained pre-cancerous cells that veered way too close to being full-blown melanoma. You can see more of my story by clicking on my Pieces of Me post.
So make me happy on my birthday and get a full-body mole scan. You can totally wish me “Happy Birthday” on Facebook too if you want. Oh and I totally wouldn’t pass up a piece of cake with extra icing.