When I was 70-something, I often posted blogs about my body, usually sharing bad news.   Like the time my dermatologist suggested that I get rid of my 5X magnifying mirror so I couldn’t see all my new wrinkles. Like the day I realized my rear end had disappeared or when my doctor told me I had too many white blood cells, a pre-cancerous condition. 

However, in my two years as a blogging 80-something, I haven’t said much about my body, other than it has a new knee.  Until now. 

From out of the blue, the back of my right hand has an artful display of the unfortunately-named “brown spots”.  Even worse, I’ve just discovered a nickel-sized brown spot right above my jawbone.        

Luckily, my coronavirus mask does a great job of hiding it.