When I saw this photo of my grandson Mazen, taken on his first birthday in September, my immediate emotion was: What a happy, festive day!
But this grandma’s second thought was: Look at those large age spots ( two inches above my right thumb near my wrist). They bother me whenever I look down at them. Now they’re popping up in pictures.
At Chapel Hill Dermotology for a skin check two weeks later, I held out my hand. “Can we get rid of these?”
“I can freeze them off,” Dr. Becker offered.
“Charge is one hundred dollars.”
A hundred dollars.
Two dinners out.
Two new dresses at a really good sale.
Two big old age spots gone forever.
“Will it actually work?”
The nurse, about my age, stretched out her hands. “Yep!”
No spots there.
I looked at my own hand, and then I looked at the doc. “Zap me.”
I felt some burn, and ten minutes later, this is what they looked like:
I took photos of the healing process, but daughter Kath said they were too gross to post. The spots blistered up. Then scabs formed and after about two weeks, fell off.
They are now smallish smudges. I hope in time, they’ll fade to invisible.
At what price youth? Beauty?
I’m not sure, but I’m glad those extra-large age spots are gone. To me, the one hundred dollars was well spent.
But guess where a chunk of the next hundred is going?
Someone’s getting a train set and accessories for Christmas.
PS. I have plenty more age spots; I’m not ditzing, in general, on those marks of time. The two I had zapped were just so big, I was glad to see them go.