I’ve wondered about getting a tattoo many times. There’s something so intriguing about them: the meaning of the designs and the permanence. A Pew survey showed that 69 percent of tattoo designs were to honor someone or something. Not everyone is pleased with their choices. In fact, 24 percent of Americans later regret their tattoos.
Despite the statistics, I would still get one. But what design? I have always loved stars and hearts, and they’re simple — so maybe one of those? I stood next to my niece when she got a pine tree tattoo on her shoulder, symbolizing her summers at camp. I asked my trainer about his many tattoos, which illustrate an interesting life story. A friend from work told me her daughter got a book tattoo under her arm. She said, “How could I get mad at that?” We both laughed. A book tattoo would remind me of my mother, who took us to the library every week when we were young. She was an avid reader, and I have many fond memories of her reading in the kitchen and at the Jersey Shore in the summertime. Or, I could get a music-related tattoo, like a banjo, reminding me of my father. He learned as a young boy and played throughout his life on the same banjo that I now have. He loved singing and music — the banjo in particular.
It’s been a few years since I thought about tattoos, but something happened recently that brought the idea back: I was diagnosed with Stage 1 breast cancer.
After the surgery and before I went in for radiation treatments, I had an “opportunity” to get some tattoos, five to be exact, all on the same day. These weren’t tattoos I would have chosen. I somewhat hesitantly asked the radiation technician applying them, “Are these just temporary?” She replied flatly, “No, you’ll have these for the rest of your life,” then quickly added, “But you should be glad these are just little pink dots that can only be seen with a blue light. They used to be black marks.”
Now, I see the humor in this. I walked into the hospital only knowing that I was going to the first of two 30-minute “simulations” for radiation treatment. A few minutes later, I was deeply grateful and relieved for the five tattoos I never wanted that were strategically applied across my chest. About the size of freckles, these dots mark the corners of the area to be irradiated.
I could end this story there, but other unexpected things happened.