If you are just stopping in, this is the twentieth post in my 31 Day Series: I Wear Pink. I was diagnosed with breast cancer on February 18, 2009. This series is about my journey with breast cancer. You can find the previous posts here.
Day 20: Inked
I met my next new doctor, the radiologist. She is a lovely young woman with a delightful smile. I was encouraged just being with her. She explained the radiation process and answered my questions. I was going to have six weeks of radiation. Monday through Friday I would come in for radiation. She explained the possible side effects, the process, and the things to do or avoid during the six weeks. Before I could start radiation I needed to meet John.
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John gave me three tiny, about the size of a freckle, blue tattoos to ensure that when I went for my radiation treatments the machine would be lined up exactly the same way each time. I rather thought that the tattoo's would be made with some kind of tattoo gun. Nope. The tattoo's were made with a drop of ink and a needle stick. The needle stick felt like a needle stick, not awful and I didn't faint, which for me is pretty good. These tattoo's are permanent.
The first tattoo is located on my sternum between my breasts. This tattoo is the only one I can see. The thing that bothers me about it, is that it is not centered. It is off to the left side just a little bit. How crazy am I? The other two are on each side of my chest, below my ribs and armpits.
I had never considered getting a tattoo before. I just wasn't cool enough for a tattoo. But now I have three. They remind me of what is important to me. They remind me of a battle fought and won. They remind me to be thankful for every single day.
For the Lord shall comfort Zion: he will comfort all her waste places; and he will make her wilderness like Eden, and her desert like the garden of the Lord; joy and gladness shall be found therein, thanksgiving, and the voice of melody. ~Isaiah 51:3
3 comments:
Until I was in my late 20s I had a mole between my breasts near the bra line. If I wore plunging bathing suits (I was young), the mole could be seen. And it was not centered! It bothered the heck out of me. And when I took a bath (in lieu of a shower) it was always where my eyes landed. I'm fair skinned too...and had several moles taken off as pre-caution...yep..that one is gone now. For the longest time there was just this little tiny scar that was not centered. :)
I'm so pleased you are telling your story.
Such a good testimony of God's faithfulness to you. Are you cancer free now? I hope so! Thanks for the picture of the machine as it helps to understand what radiation is all about.
Thanks for linking up over at WholeHearted Home this week. Hope to see you back next week.
What a great story. Thank you for sharing and for linking up with my Tattoo Stories!
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