“Cherish the Present – Life as a Gift – Sam Champion’s WORDS touch millions after his emotional battle with Canc3r surgerγ!
Sam Champion, the veteran weather anchor from Good Morning America, returned to live TV after taking time off to remove a “spot larger and deeper than I’d expected,” which left a noticeable sc@R on his face.
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At 63, Champion openly documented his cnc3r journey on social media. For his Oct. 18 comeback, he shared details about the surg3ry and urged viewers to focus on prevention. “I hope that one day, no one has to go through surg3ry to get rid of cnc3r,” he reflected.
Looking back, Champion confessed: “I love nothing more than being outdoors, but now I wouldn’t step outside without sunscreen. That wasn’t always the case.” He admitted to countless blistering sunburns that once felt routine.
At Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center, dermatologist Dr. Anthony Rossi explained the spot was actually a nodular basal cell carcinoma – a type of cnc3r that “can grow like icebergs: you only see a small part on the surface while it spreads deeper underneath.”
During Mohs surg3ry, doctors discovered it had invaded further than first thought. Champion also underwent laser treatment to remove some “dark, precancerous spots” on his face. “While I can’t go back in time, we know more now, and I never leave home without sunscreen,” Champion affirmed.
Though stitches had just been removed and he couldn’t apply makeup or skincare yet, Champion stressed: “The SC@r isn’t the problem. The cnc3r was the problem – and we got rid of it.”
His next step? Scar care, including laser, bio-oil and silicone patches. He encouraged viewers not to fear surgery: modern treatments help scars heal better. “You know me, I’ll try all these and tell you how they work. Who knows, I might end up looking 20 again!” he joked.
Champion reminded fans that sun protection matters for everyone, no matter age, skin tone or type. “They’re cutting cnc3r off of everybody – so it’s everybody’s issue.”
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