The road for the cancer survivor is often long and bumpy. However, it isn't without giggles...at least if you look for them. Today, I actually experienced a new giggle.
Every year, I try to go and get a full body check for cancer by a dermatologist. I decided that I would switch to the local guy my daughter has been seeing.
When I received radiation therapy to my breast when I had my first bout with breast cancer, I was tattooed, 4 (or 6, I can't remember) little black dots were put on my breast in order to mark the coordinates for the radiation beam. (I asked them for a mermaid, but they said no, that was a little over the top. Darn.). Ordinarily I don't think too much about them. In fact, when I had my mastectomy, some of them were removed with the breast, but I still have two small dots.
When I was at the dermatologists for my first exam with him today, he looked at me and said "What's with the tattoos?" Uhhh...well, you see, I was going to get a mermaid, but I chickened out after a couple of dots...." Yes, I really did say that...but I followed with the real explanation.
I told my daughter when I got home about the exchange. Her eyes grew very wide.."You have a tattoo???" she asked incredulously.... I told her yes, but they were top secret dots. For a moment, she almost thought she had a really cool mom, but then I had to go and spoil it for her and prove once again that I'm not cool, just an aging nerd.