Who knew that blonde, blue-eyed boys of the '40s and '50s, playing cops and robbers or chasing endless flyballs, glad for the warming sun, but heedless of its poisonous rays, would eventually, some 50 or 60 years later, seek out our friendly medical whittlers, to scrape off the excesses of our thin epidermis?Who was it that said "They also serve who only stand and wait." Could it be Mark Twain ? No, too poetic. Ah, according to Google it was John Milton, in a sonnet on his blindness.
If we only hadn't spent so much time waiting in the sun.
The picture to the left is before my surgical/dermatological friend at the Billings Clinic, Dr Mike Wentzell, started expertly cutting away the big, flaky red lesion of the scalp in the center, or at least destroying the remaining fragments of a squamous carcinoma lurking on the periphery of the lesion. As you can see there are a number of similar though earlier lesions of reddish skin just waiting their chances to expand into something more than just a red spot. Watch this space for follow-up pictures.
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