Yesterday as I got out of work, I started thinking about the tumultuous journey my mom has been on. I started remembering the first day of her chemo treatment, and smiled because I found the journal I kept when I was waiting with her. I drew Captain America and Thor to keep myself busy for those few hours. I realized that Marvel movies were the one thing that always made me happy throughout this journey. I spent my days in the hospital with my mom wearing any and all the Marvel tops that I had. I decided to solidify my happiness by getting a Captain America shield tattoo yesterday. It isn’t done yet, and I asked that the middle red circle be thicker so that I can write something in it later. I don’t know the word to describe the journey perfectly, not yet, anyway. Looking at it always reminds me to be brave.
I love it.