Irony

My life has once again been struck by a runaway case of irony. Remember back to my very first post in this blog, where I sound off about how being pale is awesome and how I try to avoid the sunlight for the safety of my very well-being?

Yeah, that worked out well.

Somehow, some way, I wound up with a suspicious spot on my leg that, after having a biopsy performed on it, turned out to be melanoma.

...seriously?

Here I am, someone who has never gone tanning a day in my life, tends to avoid sunlight like the plague, and always wears sunscreen at the beach - and I get skin cancer? What about all those girls from my high school, the sun-worshipers, that went tanning on a weekly basis during the school year, and layed out in their yards all summer? No? Well then, I guess I'm just lucky, huh?

The irony of it all just blindsided me (along with, of course, the shock of it), particularly since I wrote that blog way back when about paleness. I have, and always will be, proud of my paleness - even if I'm now more prone to skin cancer. But really, what are the chances...gah.