This morning, maybe as you read this, I am having my face cup up to remove skin cancer. It is supposed to be the "good" cancer, but still, I will be chopped up and then stitched up. I will look like Frankenstein. Then two days later I will attend a big parish/school function, called "Mayfair," to raise money for the school. Everyone will be looking their best, except me. I am supposed to be raffled off for a "Dinner with Father." I don't think anyone will bid on Frankenstein. Now some of this is vanity or delusion on my part, so it is a chance for spiritual growth. Vanity says I used to look good and attractive. This could be delusional as well. So I will smile, be pleasant, engage whoever talks to me, and just let go if people look away or talk about me when I am not in their presence. The good news is that my face will be cancer free again. The bad news is that I won't be raising any money for the school this year. Frankenstein always eats alone, or with blind people.