It’s National Tattoo Day. I’m not sure why that’s a thing. Once upon a time, I swore I’d never have a tattoo. To confess, I used to side eye tattoos. Then, I got cancer, understood the fragility and brevity of life, lived with pity stares, developed a new attitude, and decided to live for myself. Now,I have 5 tattoos, much to my mother’s chagrin (sorry, mom, I love you, but I’m still getting more tattoos).
I began getting inked after my one year cancerversary. I chose a phoenix on my ankle for my first tattoo, not because of my Harry Potter obsession, but because phoenix rise from the ashes, and let’s face it, cancer is a fire. Residing on my right wrist is my second tattoo, a healing symbol with a compass embedded into it as a reminder that healing takes time and when it’s hard, look north. My third and fourth tattoos are 3D areola tattoos done by Marie Sena, an incredibly kind, compassionate, and talented tattoo artist, one of the markedly few tattoos artists in the US who specializes in these kind of unique tattoos. My fifth tattoo, also done by Marie Sena, is a sternum piece, an homage to Adam and our kids -a bouquet of flowers, a rose for Aidan, an aster for Samantha, and a daffodil for Adam -their birth month flowers. In September, Marie will do my sixth tattoo to celebrate what gets me through the dark times in my life besides family -my love of reading and Harry Potter. It’s a custom piece of books and owls, of Felix Felicis and Hogwarts.
I’ve been asked that age-old question, “What about when you get old…don’t you think you’ll regret them?”
No. I don’t. It’s one of the ways I cope with cancer, and let’s face it, if I live to be “old,” I want to have these reminders of what life threw at me.