the C word

so...I went to the doctor & indeed I do have plantar fasciitis...which just kind of makes me feel sad & wonder when I'll ever run again.
But I also had her look at a unhealing zit on my face...and she referred me to a plastic surgeon who told me yesterday that it's skin cancer.
Not the most surprising news for a redhead who grew up at the pool ~ in Kansas ~ before sunscreen ~ but shocking nonetheless. I have surgery scheduled for August 3rd to remove it.
Here was our conversation:
"Oh, that's a basal cell skin cancer."
"Cancer?  Should I cry now?"
"No, no, no..." and he went on to tell me that it is located, doesn't spread, but needs to be removed & checked to see if it's benign or not & now, since my body had developed one I have to stay out of the sun, wear sunblock & long sleeves...
I did not mention that I'm heading to the beach today for my UP weekend with the girls ~ but I did buy 100+ face sunblock & 70 sunscreen for the rest of me & I packed my hat & I'll sit under the umbrella with Bean.

Reaction:
Mentally I know I'm ok.
But it's still FREAKY.  Cancer is such a ScArY word.  And it's really life changing...no hanging out by the pool or the beach.  Wearing sunscreen when I run. {if I run}  Wearing hats.  Certainly not hard, but different.

And I have to consider this stupid foot to be a blessing.