“You’ve been in the sun,” a woman remarked when she saw me last month, a hint of disapproval in her voice.
“No,” I was pleased to be able to reply. “I just use a tinted face cream and makeup to match.”
You see, I’ve learned my lesson, sort of. I’ve had four precancers (medically, actinic keratoses) removed from my face in recent years, the consequence of decades of unprotected exposure to the damaging effects of ultraviolet radiation from the sun. From my teens through my 30s, I devoted hours to baking in the summer sun coated with baby oil, not sunscreen.
