Is it a freckle or a tattoo?

IT'S A FRECKLE!!

There were supposed to be just 2 "long" days for radiation, before I would start my quick and painless 15 min. appts. daily. Well, its been 4 long days, with today being the longest and most frustrating of all. One of my tattoos turned out a little faint and very small. I pointed it out immediately and then on two other occasions as well. Each time I was told it was no problem. It seemed to me that if they were going to go to the trouble of tattooing me for the purpose of precise radiation therapy, they would want to be able to clearly see the tattoo. They assured me it was fine. I knew it wasn't and today they did too. I got all set up in my nest and had 2 of my 5 radiation rounds. When they were adjusting for the 3rd round, the tech noticed that she had lined up the beams with what she thought was my tattoo, but what turned out to actually be a freckle. "What happens now, I asked?" She said very little and left the room. Next, a doctor, whom I had not met and didn't even know existed, came back in the room to explain what happened. Apparently Dr. Chung (the greatest guy by the way) has an associate. Anyway, I knew what happened. Its what I worried would happen when I saw that measley little tattoo in the first place. I got zapped in the wrong spot and now they couldn't exactly just zap me in the right spot because that would be too much radiation for one day. The physicist came in to try and re-map me and make it work, but not so. They say they will make it up later. Hmm? Forced to lay as still as humanly possible with your arms raised above your head for close close to 2 hours WAS NOT PLEASANT! Its done though and tomorrow will no doubt be better, right?

Oh and just one more nugget to share. . . As my hair is growing in, I can't help but notice how it resembles the usual male patterened baldness. Its thickest on the sides and in the back, leaving the top a little more sparse. I've joked that I'm going to end up with a comb over and that I must look like a guy. Well, in all jest there is truth, right? Yes, apparently so. . . because yesterday, I was called a sir. This wasn't a passer by, but rather a cashier at Home Depot who looked right at me, had a conversation and ended our interaction by saying "Have a good day, sir". I laughed and cringed at the same time. Yes, this life is sweet. . .