I went in for the second session of “marking” at the radiation therapist this morning. For thirty minutes I “held the pose” while they took x-rays and made more marks on my chest, side, and now on my neck as well. There is no way I can cover these up without wearing a turtleneck. I guess women who experience radiation in winter have it a little easier in this respect. While I sympathize with Hester Prynne who bore The Scarlet Letter, red and blue Sharpie lines with semi-circles and polka dots make me feel a little bit patriotic with an Aboriginal design.
I remember several years ago seeing a lady in a restaurant with little dots prominently set on the front of her neck. I thought they were tattoos, and I wondered about their significance. I didn’t pry, but I left wondering why anyone would just have a few random dots tattooed on their neck or chest. Now I believe she must have been going through radiation. This shows how ignorant I was about these kinds of things. As a good friend once said, “you’ve got to live it to learn it.”
À la prochaine (Until next time) …