I like tattoos, in case you didn’t know. I don’t have a whole bunch of them, just 2 or 3 large-ish tattoos. (I say 2 or 3 because two of them kind of go together and could be considered one. I dunno.)
I understand that not everyone has positive views on tattoos, so feel free to think what you want, but remember–this is my life and we only have one life to live.
(Side note: MRI technicians always ask if you have tattoos. Why? If you are of a certain age, or have ever been in prison, you may have received a tattoo that had trace amounts of metal in the ink. Modern tattoos have no metal in the inks, so I’m all good.)
Anyway, ever since this cancer thing started I told myself I’d get a tattoo when it was all over. Well, there is no permanent cure for me, so I told myself that as soon as I was done with Temodar my reward would be to get a tattoo commemorating my experience. This gave me two years to brainstorm, plot and envision the tattoo.
And now that I am done with chemo I’ve taken my first steps toward the tattoo.
My first appointment with my artist is tonight. He’s the same fellow who did my koi fish artwork.
Tonight I am describing to the artist what I envision and where I want the tattoo on my body. This is going to be epic!