My good friends who have followed the journey, I have finally got around to photographing the tattoos as promised. I have not regretted the decision to tattoo the scars for a moment (despite the agony of 5 hours drawing and 5 hours coloration)! The difference it makes to my feelings about the space of emptiness and loss represented by the bi-lateral mastectomy is quite remarkable. I do not see the scars, which were a bit uneven and uninspiring when you walked past a mirror- I smile instead at the dragons and have the secret of knowing what I am hiding under my singlet when addressing a serious board meeting. A friend said to me recently when i told him that I was nervous about a particular meeting; “But you are taking 2 dragons with you!” Okay I thought – that is the truth! Empowering thought!
I am exercising twice a week at the moment and doing far too much as the stage manager for a youth production of Peter Pan- oh the stage set boxes are so heavy! (Who said I shouldn’t be using the left arm after the nodes have been removed?) Surviving so far but know I am walking a thin line and don’t need this much physical and mental stress at this time of my life. I also think you reach an age when you become invisible to young people no matter what you can offer them. Then it is time to bow out and exit stage left running all the way – dragon propelled!
After this Sunday I get my life back and go to Cairns for the Ukelele Festival and then to Melbourne to see John. So lots to look forward to.