Dec 7, 2016
Tracy,
I wasn't expecting the American Flag, Betty Boop, an eagle or the Battleship Arizona. But the technician did say something about maybe a small Mickey Mouse or something recognizable. Instead, what I got, is shown below:
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Kind of looks like a tiny bruise on the back of a plucked holiday turkey, doesn't it?
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I showed up Thursday, Dec. 1, for an MRI, CT scan and a tattooing. The point was to see whether the gold beads were in place in my prostate so that they could line up the X-ray equipment next February for my radiation treatments to kill off my cancer cells. Part of the procedure involved figuring out where to put some tattoos on the surface of my body to be used for aligning the X-ray machine. There was one on each hip, which wasn't unpleasant, and then this one, in my fatty little belly. That definitely felt like a puncture. But it doesn't look like anything. How they are going to use that to sight on my prostate remains a mystery.
Normally my lower belly isn't quite so defoliated. I gave the spot a quick snipping with a scissors and then an even quicker shave. I intentionally didn't do a perfect job, so that I wouldn't be mistaken for a Chippendale. Between now and the end of January, that may grow back. We'll see.
Love,
Dad
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