Mingling With Mending

BradensEye
4 min readAug 22, 2022
Hot Topical, Semi-Selfie temporary melanoma upcycle

Running at the speed of shielding. Welcome to my twenty-first-century freshie tempo. Wowzers, (eyeballs graphically beware) the lessons we weave! Circa summer 2020 I took on the art of ultra protection moding from that blatantly cocky ball of fire in the sky screaming at us daily. Punctually, on a typically sunny Maui Saturday, two years ago to this very date the world crushed against my doorstep. Actually, it was a phone call that melted my heart about my body being broken. Only not in the fond or usual pieces kind of way. It was that cerebrally specific ‘you have cancer’ that’s not physically hurting you yet a manner of doctors speaking. Due to the ill-fated dermatological discovery, I’ve since spent most of my hours shouldering the weight of carcinoma’s crappy scourge. Rather than baring myself to soak up a bronzing tint, I’ve become a queen of mingling with mending.

They say if you want something different, you have to do something different. ~Kat by Jennifer Lopez, Marry Me

I did not come to hate the sun. I was conceived by a couple of the biggest sun-worshipers anyone’s ever known. By default and with choice, I was raised to be a flaring fan. I bestow that I might be one of Sol’s greatest groupies too. I often think that I was birthed from a soup of sunshiney rays, blue heaven foam, mermaid winks, and anything related to the goddess seascape basking mood. I believe that some people are brought to earth to improve the sheen. Ones’ who bring the glow to an incandescently glamorous stature. I’m a flower of this tribe. Sure, I shall long for my nude rollicking radiation days. Those languid hymns with the outdoor habitat that fed my every childhood until fifty and a half breaths. While, no matter that I’ve had to sever a seemingly lucrative relationship with a layer of my sacred behemoth beaming, I’ll always carry the luster.

All of my skin cancers, more than a dozen nitrous cryotherapy freezes, and a plentitude of additional biopsy scar blots specializing in a recent cutesy button-size buttock cheek blemish enshrine the ranks making me a walking constellation. As my adorable little lady freckles plus later age spots have been foretelling for decades, I should have seen this looming. Similar to the family constellating therapeutic uncovering support reciting ancestral patterns I sought to interrupt. Except that a young gal’s flitting…

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