I Know the Eyes Not the Face

Dealing with skin cancer II.I recognize the eyes but I cannot quite place the face. I wonder if I ever will again. Stupid questions pop into my head such as will I need a new passport picture? I know my mind is playing games with me but still the stupid thoughts continue. I change the bandages the first time late at night when the house is still and dark like a thief. I go back up to the bedroom almost feeling like I had cheated on my wife, she deserved to see the changes to a face she had married years ago. I ponder what the mirror revealed for hours.

Things look better the next morning and I think about what the surgeon said, “Healing takes time”. I will go back to see the plastic surgeon this week, something I never thought I would ever do. I could never understand face or nose jobs before; I believed that you lived with what you were given.I was never one to fear lines seen while shaving every morning, I have earned everyone over the years.Perhaps there are silver linings waiting to unfold I think as a picture of a handsome face covers a page in a magazine. That is how I want to look, until I come across a better profile a few pages latter. Thank god I still remember the eyes.