I chose to get this tattoo as a mark that I’m still alive and that we should remember the worst along with the best.
Noun:Difficulties; misfortune.
before I was even 2 years of age I had already undergone 3 surgeries to try and keep me from death. few months earlier i was being babysat along with my sister. I wouldn’t stop crying so my babysitting thought that shaking me would make me stop.
It did. I became unresponsive due to large amounts of fluids rushing to my head. Shaken baby syndrome.. The doctors said that I would die and that they shouldn’t operate on my anymore because they thought they had me planned out. One doctor disagreed and continued the operation as planned. He Saved My Life. It was the 4th and final operation that saved me. i had shunts running from my head down to my stomach to drain the fluids and still to this day have small quarter sized craters in my skull. nothing visible. Just a reminder.
This tattoo is a reminder that we aren’t meant to live through the good times, but the bad ones as well. To perceive the unexpected. To live.
