I’ve talked about getting a tattoo in the past, but the idea I had in mind was always an orca whale on my ankle. I even gave my friend a picture, so he could draw it up for me several years ago, but I never followed through.
Sometime in the past few months, I decided I wanted a breast cancer ribbon on my wrist. I wasn’t sure how big or what I wanted it to look like, but I knew that was what I wanted.
In July, we went to Fiesta Texas and I had a temporary glitter tattoo put on my wrist just to try it out. It stayed on for a couple of weeks and when it started to come off, I decided that I was ready for the real thing.
As soon as I came to that decision, I sent a message to my friend, Mark, who does tattoos on the side. His daughter and H went to day care together and we’ve kept in touch with them over the years. I knew I would be comfortable with him doing it and I gave him my ideas. I had to decided to add the years 1992 and 2011 to the design.
1992 is the year that my mom died and 2011 is the year that I survived breast cancer. I showed up on July 27th and Mark had several ideas, so I picked the one that jumped out at me.
It’s finally completely healed, so here’s a current picture:
I wasn’t sure what to expect. I was afraid it was going to be painful and that I would move around too much and mess him up. Well, I will admit that it was painful on my wrist and I don’t know that it’s something I will do again. I love my tattoo and I don’t know what else would ever have the same meaning to me.
Do you have any tattoos?