Hope for Peace
The peace sign on my chair is a blown up copy of the tattoo on my back. I had always wanted a peace tattoo, and was planning to get one for my 30th birthday. I was in a wedding that year, and the dresses were strapless, so I decided to be polite and wait until after the wedding to get inked. By that time, however, I found out that I was pregnant with my second baby. On my 31st birthday I was still nursing my little one. Unfortunately I was diagnosed with stage 2, triple negative breast cancer in February of 2009. I was receiving chemo on my birthday, and once again had to put off my tattoo.
Receiving a breast cancer diagnosis at 31 years old taught me that I shouldn’t wait to live my life. I finished chemo in December of 2009, and decided that I wasn’t waiting until my 33rd birthday to get my tattoo. Instead it was my present to myself for finishing chemo. I got it as soon as my oncologist and plastic surgeon gave me the “okay” in February of 2010 – nearly one year since my diagnosis.
I chose a peace sign for many reasons. I have always been a believer in peace – a self-declared tree hugging hippie. To me my tattoo is a symbol of hope. Hope for peace in the world as well as peace in my body.