On Friday I got a tattoo.
Only it was only a couple of dots on either side of my mastectomy scar and it was totally cancer-related. (And have I mentioned how absolutely tired I am of needles right now?) Anyway, the tattoo was part of the set up for the next phase of my cancer journey: Radiation.
On Friday I had a CT scan and all the mapping and measuring done so that when the radiation begins next week, they don't accidentally zap my heart, or my lungs, or any other important organ. Just nuke the invisible cancer cells, please.
More on all of this later, I promise.
But first an escape from Cancerland is well over-due. Grab your pink, glitter cowboy boots and your sequin beret, we're off to Coarsegold for the weekend!
