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Dear 16-year-old Me

Melanoma killed my grandmother when she was about my age — I never got to meet her. I’m told she was a creative, funny and well-loved person, who looked and laughed just like me. My father and uncle have both survived multiple melanomas. The odds are that someday I will also grow a melanoma, and my children may, too. In honor of my Grandma Joyce and everyone you know who’s had melanoma, let’s all be careful in the sun this summer.

h/t (and prayers out to) Mark Foley