It was a typical day. I had already dropped all three boys off at school and decided to treat myself to a latte and some retail pleasure.
I wasn’t even shopping really.
Just browsing aimlessly through the store, my glances brushing only briefly over displayed items.
Comments echoed inside my head without evoking much excitement.
“That’s a cute shirt.”
“That’s a fun summer bag.”
Until I was frozen in mid-step. I stared in awe. I think I gasped out loud.
On display just in front of me was the most fabulous pair of shoes. I had to try them on.
As luck would have it, they had my size and even though they were pricey, they were on sale. There was a little skip in my step as I walked out of the store carrying a shopping bag with my new fun shoes.
And they are really cute. They go with everything.
Sure, they pinch my feet a little as I try to break them in but that is to be expected. No pain, no gain, they say.
Someday they will fit like the ruby slippers and in the meantime, I get compliments on them everywhere I go.
After a few weeks, I noticed a painful spot on the bottom of my foot. Actually both feet. It seemed to be under the skin. It didn’t go away.
Before long, it was painful to walk barefoot. I made an appointment with a dermatologist to look at the skin.
It took just a few days to schedule the appointment. My hands were sweating as I waited for the doctor to see me.
Once I explained why I was there, he motioned for me to kick off my flip flops and show him the bottoms of my feet. I smiled nervously as I tried to brush off the sand from preschool that had gotten embedded between my foot and shoe.
I was embarrassed by my dry heels and wished that I would have taken the extra time after the shower to loofah and moisturize my feet. I tried to remind myself that the polish on my toes still looked great.
He took a little light out of his pocket and looked closely at the painful spots. I blurted out, “What is it? Some weird disease that I picked up from being barefoot? Foot cancer?”