A lady I was acquainted with many years ago was a consultant dermatologist at the hospital where I worked.
Her skin was like porcelain, almost translucent. Her mantra was always to never let your skin be exposed to the sun.
She was white and very attractive, turning the men’s heads where ever she went.
She lived alone, and on rare occasions spent some time in London with a mutual friend.
Sadly, I learned that at the young age of fifty, she died of stage 4 bowel cancer.
How and why I kept asking, should one so young, so careful with her knowledge attained through her working life about the dangers of too much exposure to the sun, be unfortunate enough to have her life end this way?
Was it because she paid more attention to her skin than to her dietary intake? Did loneliness play a part? Was she simply unlucky? Or, was it just an act of God?
I would love to hear your thoughts.