My mom and dad were avid campers, boaters, skiers and we had an outdoor pool in most of our homes. I was their adopted Irish skinned baby that they lathered with all assortments of sun screen they could think of to protect me from getting sunburn almost within 30 minutes of being out in the rays. Coppertone is one I remember but alas it was useless. I was a water lover and nothing they did could protect me, other than put me in the camper, tent, or trailer. Now at 73 years young I’m paying the price but still continue with water volleyball, golf, pickle ball and using zinc products and hats and long sleeved water shirts to stave off the diagnosis of more skin cancer. I choose to live my life enjoying what I love to do and try to protect my skin from the rays of doom. I’ve had at least 6 mohs surgeries on my face and have been lucky to find amazing doctors who have done magnificent work leaving very little scars. Each year when I visit the dermatologist I wonder if can escape the awful diagnosis that I need to see a mohs surgeon. But it’s a life that I was given and I do the best I can with what I have and still have a full life that brings me happiness