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.
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