Thursday, January 07, 2010
Acne at my age: adolescence without the benefits
This was me in junior high. Spring of 1965 or 66 depending on whether I was in 7th or 8th grade. As I recall, I had some zits, but nothing that I couldn't deal with (although I remember days when I wanted to stay home from school because I was sure that the pimple erupting on my chin had a neon light attached to it blinking on and off. These days, it's not quite the same. I can't say I'm not as vain, but I try not to obsess about it. After all, it's a good thing that this is showing up, right? As you may recall the oncologist informed me that on my new chemotherapy, Tarceva, one of the side effects--if it was working--was acne.
What I forgot is how much pimples hurt. And my nose is extremely tender right now. So avoiding the clown analogies for now, I will close with another photograph of me from freshman year in high school and figure that this too, like acne, and like youth, will pass.