Folks have been inking their bodies for much longer than anyone can imagine. The oldest discovery of tattooed human skin to date is found on the body of Ötzi the Iceman, dating to between 3370 and 3100 BC. Today many people get a tattoo in celebration of the birth of their child, remembrance of a loved one, and of course expression of art. Me myself, I have never been attracted to the idea of tattoos in the slightest on myself, however, I have no objection to anyone else having artwork on their skin. In fact I rather admire the work the tattoo artist work does. The first male love of my life, my Dad has one tattoo; he got it when he was in the army, it has a thistle on it and the name of my mother on it. I used to kiss it and look at it lovingly and rub his arm and think to myself if someone loves me like my daddy loves my mummy I will be one lucky lady. My And yes people for the record this has happened. My hubby does have three small blue tattoos on his tummy, they are markers the radiotherapy he underwent for his testicular cancer. In 1996 this is the way they set up the simulation and marked the skin and the patient is left with permanent reminder. Mum and Dad were married for 60 years before Mum died, Steve and I have been married since 1986, following in their footsteps; happy with that.
Both of my brothers, Albert and Brian have tattoos, and my sister Helen has a tattoo. After my our Mother passed away. Albert had an image of Mum on his arm. Helen got a tattoo in remembrance of Mum too. We all cope in different ways with death and honouring loved ones.
I have a few friends who particularly liked to express themselves one way or another. Whether it is eclectic dress, many colour hair changing, piercings, and the main discussion of this post getting a tattoo or five.
One of my friends particularly likes to get tattoos. Louise is a very close friend who has became one of the family. Lou and Keith, got one of Buddy and Bella’s pups from the first litter, he is the image of Buddy, they call him Gunner. When the second litter came along goes without saying another puppy had to join their household. Harris, now one year old may look like his Daddy, but majority of his characteristics are of his Mummy, Bella. Lou, has been wonderful over the last three years, visits plentiful. Giving lifts to hospitals. Helping with fundraisers for Scotland’s Net Cancer Charity – The Ann Edgar Charitable Trust. What fun we had at The Tea Party and The Music For Nets Night.
Lou is a busy lady, but if she says she is going to help – I can guarantee you she will be there. The one thing I found harder than anything else was asking for help. When I had to give up driving the reliance on getting a lift is essential. The spontaneous hypoglycaemia and exhaustion means I like to plan outings in advance. Not living on a bus route isn’t ideal. But Ive got to admit, car travel is usually the best form of transport. So asking for help….. with Lou, you don’t need to ask. For Many things, hubby Steve and I go together. Both our sons, Tony and Stuart assist as and when needed. My sister hazel helps out when she can too, which really lightens the load.
Lou messaged me one morning Ive got something I want to show you. Its a present. But its only for you to see. I really hope you like it. I asked if she liked it. She answered, oh i’m pleased with it. Left me a tad bamboozled and yet looking forward, as always to her visit.
Later that morning In comes the smiling face, Buddy and Bella run up the long hall and cover our guest in a mountain of blonde hair while dutifully competing for a slobbery snog. The kettle goes on as always. I wait in anticipation for the ‘surprise’. As I bring through the teas and coffee Lou takes off her sweater for the unveiling. As I catch a glimpse of what I can see on her arm I almost drop the cup. On her arm she has had a tattoo. And what is it? A Zebra. I see her lips move, I can hear the words come out in an almost muffled way, I got this for you. For the first time in my life I can almost say I have a tattoo. My heart skips a beat and brings a tear to my eye. I had no inkling, what a lovely thing to do for me. And to raise awareness for net cancer. Thanks Lou.
Why did she chose the Zebra?
In medicine, the term “zebra” is used in reference to a rare disease or condition, like Neuroendocrine (NET) Cancers. “If you hear hoofbeats, think horses, not zebras.” … This because in the medical community the term zebra is universally used to reference a rare disease or condition.
You can find out much more about neuroendocrine tumours, net cancers. And particular support in Scotland by visiting Scotland’s Net charity. This charity was set up by my consultant and a patient, at Edinburgh’s Western General Hospital. Her name was Ann Edgar. The charity can be found at http://www.taect.scot
3 replies to “The Tattoo”
Wow! Like you, I have never wanted a tattoo, but I’m always interested in why other people choose the ones they do. Your story brought tears to my eyes. What an amazing friend! Her tattoo is beautiful and so meaningful!
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hey YOU thanks for your lovely comment. Yes she is an amazing friend. How are you? x
I’m feeling great. I go for a treatment on the 23rd and then scans the following morning will tell us how I’m really doing. Hopefully no surprises, unless they’re good ones!