My very first tattoo. Somehow I always imagined there would be mass quantities of alcohol to go along with my first tat. No such luck.
I had an appointment Friday with the radiation oncologist. I was scheduled to get a CT scan and discuss the plan for treatment. Must have been my lucky day because I got a bonus. The radiation requires that I have a special form made for my body, so that was done while I was in the CT room. Then the tech said he had to make some marks on me. No worries, I am well aware of how the white coats love to color. He told me it might sting a little. I wondered what kind of marker he was using that would sting. Holy crap! Before I knew it I was a marked woman. Literally, marked with a tattoo. He told me I was going to get 5 more. I asked for a shot of tequila. He did not even smile.
Never again will I tease Mounds about doodling on my chest. At least he just uses a Magic Marker not a tattoo gun.
My journey through the wild, wacky world of breast cancer has now entered the land of the glow. I am about to become my very own nightlight. I start giggling when I realize with my bald head and special radiation glow, I will look like a super sized Glow Worm doll like my kids had when they were young.
I will have 5 weeks of radiation and then more chemo. My hair is finally starting to come in. Nifty little peach fuzz that will fall out again in a few months. My eyebrows have decided to come back grey. Really? Looks like my follicles have a sense of humor.