I have been afraid of needles with a vengeance for my whole life. I still am. However with this cancer battle and fighting it. I decided it was time to do something for me. Something that was permanent and that would remind me that there is always hope. That I can beat this thing, like others have. Also because I am a geek of the Twilight novels I wanted something coy that could fit in with Twi relations.
And SO I did it. I got myself a tattoo. I have joined the official ranks of rebel. And you know what? It was not nearly as bad as I thought it would be. Yes it did hurt and I had to stop twice because my body overheated with the adrenaline pumping. But it didn’t hurt as much as I had thought it would. So my right shoulder proudly shows a cancer support ribbon that says I felt Hope. I think it is going to need to be touched up a bit when it heals. But that’s okay. I also think I am going to get a second one (to even out the shoulders) small like the first it will be an Egyptian Ankh. A royal symbol after all. So your humble Jefferson fan has become an inked person. *laughs* I don’t think Tom would object too much.
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