I was diagnosed with malignant melanoma at age 30, just five months before I was to get married. Thankfully, my primary physician at the time, noticed the abnormal mole on my back and insisted on a biopsy. I think I was in shock when the doctor called me with the results, as I knew what it could potentially mean for me, after watching a close friend of mine lose his 10 year battle with the same diagnosis. I went into panic mode wondering if my wedding plans should even continue, not knowing the future of my health. Surgery was scheduled right away, leaving about a four inch scar at the top of my right shoulder blade. Prayerfully, my cancer, like many of the “lucky ones” had not spread to my lymph nodes. I didn’t have to undergo chemo or radiation. For the rest of my life, every 6 months I have a full body check up with my dermatologist. This usually results in a biopsy or two, followed by the nerve-racking wait for the phone call or letter in the mail with the results. I never thought it could happen to me, as I worshipped both, the sun and tanning beds. The warmth hitting my skin was always so therapeutic, and now it scares me to death. I wish it scared more people and that they were educated on just how dangerous skin cancer is, so maybe they would take necessary precautions.