Tattoo

So, it's 2012 and a whole new year awaits us!  Happy New Year!  Admittedly, I had almost forgotten the whole cancer thing, what with the twins' birthday, Christmas and the New Year.  But yesterday it was back to the real world and with a slightly heavy heart I dragged myself to hospital for a CT scan to prepare myself for radiotherapy which starts next week.  I was preparing myself for the horrid experience that I  had had earlier in the year, when they had to make sure that the cancer had not spread to other parts of my body.  I remember having to drink a litre of a vile liquid which tasted of aniseed; an injection (surprise) and flourescent pink wee.  But surprisingly, the scan yesterday was pretty painless:  none of the drink (phew), no jabs and certainly no pink wee.  What a relief.  It was basically an x-ray using a more complicated machine.  Having said that though, I still did hyperventilate whilst I was going through it.  Sigh...

I left the hospital 20 minutes later, calm and tattooed.  Yup, they had to tattoo me in three places - on the centre of my chest and on the outside of each breast.  This is so that the radiotherapy hits the same area every time.  They're very tiny though and look more like moles.  The children were pretty disappointed; they were  hoping that I would come out with 'I love my children' forever engraved on my body...