Enough is Enough

This is my story. Understand it or not. This is my story and its not fiction. Its a true story.
I'm knocking on the door of sixty five and have faced many health problems in my lifetime. Some minor, some came on without my control, and some that life just threw my way. I've been through childbirth twice, six female surgery's, five injury's that needed stiches, two broken bones, and all that before I was faced with that 6 letter word that echoed in my mind and disrupted the rest of my life from the time I was 42. From that moment on its been adding up...
Scalp sweep and graft with over 100 stitches leaving a 2 centimeter round hole on the top of my head-BCC
Mohs Surgery between my eyes 2 times- both BCC
Mohs Surgery under Rt eye- BCC
Mohs Surgery Rt forehead side-BCC
Mohs Surgery Rt cheek-BCC 
Mohs Surgery Lt forearm-BCC
Mohs Surgery Back- BCC
Mohs Surgery Upper Chest-BCC
Countless Biopsies with stitches with suspicious margins
Lost count after over a hundred freezes with Cryosurgical Sprayer
2 rounds of Efudex Chemo cream on face
Blu-U Light & Levulan Kerastick Treatment on both arms

We are told by our Doctors to take care of our self, get plenty of exercise, Eat right, drink enough water. Don't eat fat...Don't eat salt....Don't sit in the sun...Don't smoke and drink...

We try every diet in the book to lose weight, join a gym to get in shape, and have surgery's to sculp our bodies. 

When we have a medical problem we are passed from Doctor to Doctor, referring us for test after test, and still no answers. I know...for five years I've been poked, scanned, examined over and over, Doctor after Doctor. MRI's, CT Scan's, Bone Scan, Kidney Scope, PT Therapy. For what? They still don't know what it is. Same with all the trips to the dermatologist. Every three months, all those treatments since I was 42 to fight skin cancer. Month after month, year after year!

 I don't want to do this anymore.

My body belongs to only one person and one person alone , who is the greatest healer and physician I will ever know. That is God! He knows where those pre cancers, Basal cells, or other cancer may be hiding. He knows when and where and how long I will live. Its time to lay all of "ME" at his feet.

Someone will read this story and not understand and judge me for my decision. When you have walked in my footsteps, you will understand. I'm Broken! I'm Done! Its time to start living day by day without worrying about the "what if or the not again". As I go into my golden years, as they call them, I want to smile, not cry. I want to laugh, not worry. I want to love my body, not hate it.

So enough is enough! I'm done!