I now have seven tattoos! They are tiny black dots, three on my back, three on my chest, and one on the back of my left upper arm, acquired last Tuesday, and to be used to position my body in exactly the same position for all of the radiation treatments. I can barely see them, they're that tiny.
Well, they scrapped any musings I may have had regarding any "real" tattoos. They HURT! One little poke each, and it hurt so much I can't imagine getting multiple pokes - and I've had two babies with no anesthesia whatsoever, and no yelping, so it's not like I'm a wimp. I've just got this thing about people poking holes in my skin, I guess (which, actually, is why I opted to have the babies naturally in the first place).
I go in tomorrow for a "dry run". The treatment is done with me lying face down on a framework that has the right breast falling through a hole, and the beams go across that breast. This is supposed to avoid exposing the lungs and heart etc. That framework doesn't look like it's made of lead, so I don't know about that....
The Angel is no longer my tax guy, since I fired Piper. I needed to find someone down here, so I'm using the folks (a husband-wife team) who do Daughter and Hercules' taxes.
I took my packet in to him on Sunday. He was very impressed that I had everything separated and clipped, with sticky-tab labels and all. He showed me a few files from other clients, just big jumbles of forms and papers. I can't imagine how disorganized they were. How do those people know if everything is there?