Feb. 22: Wear the ribbon

So, my sister got that ribbon tattoo a few weeks ago, remember? And we were all like, OMG, YOU’RE SO AWESOME, KATH! Except for Not-so-Loveliest Lori, who was all WAY TO MAKE ME LOOK BAD, NOW I HAVE TO HURT YOU OR AT LEAST SHORTSHEET YOUR BED WHEN YOU VISIT. We’re not sure why Lori turns to violence at times like that, but we’re gonna say it’s because cancer makes her THAT angry. And P.S., we’re a little scared of her too.

Brenda, Kari and I—whose three initials were part of Kathy’s tat—all felt honored beyond belief to be part of Kathy’s commitment to wearing the ribbon. Along with those who went through with the Brazilian bikini waxes, we’re definitely feelin’ the love. You guys are the best, really. And to those of you who don’t wear the ribbon or get your nethers waxed, we still think you’re mostly cool too.

Now Kim F’n is thinking about getting a tattoo similar to Kathy’s, and she wants the rest of us to get one with her. While still in the planning stages, we’ve already encountered some problems; first, we chemo gals can’t get tattooed while we’re in treatment, so we’ll have to be the hand-holders at the tattoo party. The other issue is that at least one tattooee apparently needs a permission slip from her mom, and that’s going to be impossible because her mom still hasn’t forgiven her for the other tattoo she has.

What we’re looking for, then, is anyone else who wants to wear the ribbon—Kim is gonna scoff at any more hand-holding offers; she wants other people to suffer WITH her. And we also need someone who can forge Mabel’s signature. Let us know if you’re in.