It All Started With a Tiny Freckle
- jenyzjourney
- Oct 7
- 1 min read
“I praise You because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Your works are wonderful, I know that full well.” — Psalm 139:14
I still remember that evening so vividly — sitting across from my pilot friend, Joanie Walker, at the Giants Clubhouse in the San Francisco Airport, laughing and talking about our flights. I had a tiny freckle just above my right eye, the same spot where doctors had done Mohs surgery almost a year before.
It wasn’t that something hurt or felt wrong — there was no pain at all. I just had this quiet feeling that maybe the scar tissue was changing. That’s all I thought it was. It was so tiny, Joanie couldn’t even see what I was talking about, sitting directly across the table from me.
Looking back, that’s one of the biggest lessons I’ve learned: not all cancer comes with pain. Sometimes it’s quiet, subtle, and easy to dismiss. What looked like a harmless freckle was actually something life-threatening hiding underneath. I went in thinking I was preventing a cosmetic scar — and in the end, I was left with scars and a partial facial paralysis across my forehead and half the top of my skull that tell the story of survival.
