In the “never say never” department, I swore I would never permanently deface my body with indelible ink, no matter how lovely the artwork might be. On Monday, I got 4 tattoos, all courtesy of my radiology doc. I was admonished not to run out and try to elaborate and/or expand on the new tatts at my local tattoo parlor. No problem there. My “tatts” are almost microscopic, truth be told, appearing like four tiny freckles on my lily white left breast. So, after four tiny pricks of a needle, I have new appreciation for those who have adorned their whole bodies, or significant portions thereof, with ink art. Ouch!
I really like my newest doctor in this marathon of treatments. And his nurse, who will be my BFF for the next five weeks or so, is stellar. They expedited my schedule so that I would be done with radiation in time to go to Santa Barbara the first week of June for a writers conference. I am so stir crazy, having been cooped up in my Phoenix nest since last September, that no one was going to come between me and my trip to So Cal. I will never (uh oh, there’s that word again!) take my liberty and mobility for granted. But in my heart of hearts, I know with absolute certainty that I will not take health and freedom for granted ever again. Note to all who are reading this now: CARPE DIEM!
Apr. 17, 2013
Judy Richter 