I was so naïve. I was 27; I was getting married in a couple of months; I was diagnosed with melanoma. I had the surgery thinking that was that, oh, and stay seriously out of the sun (in So. Cal. but I did). Five years and all those skin exams later I was fairly bouncing around the exam room when my doctor said what's going on, you seem more excited than usual. I replied it was my 5-year anniversary and I expected he would be giving me my walking papers. He kindly delivered the blow: "You will never get those. You'll be getting skin exams for the rest of your life". It wasn't the end of the world but the education he gave me next was an awakening. My diagnosis was in 1974 and we/they didn't know as much as they know now but it isn't much different, either. We all, ALL of US, need to live by the Australian motto of "Slip, Slap, Slop": Slip on a shirt, slap on a hat, and slop on the sunscreen. It's basically a 24/7/365 way of life that won't change and even those who haven't had the misfortune of the diagnosis need to live by it. I do, and now my life is really great all these past 49 years with still many more to come! It's not an imposition and it could save lives, it did mine!