My best friend, Lauren, and I got tattoos in late April as a way to permanently memorialize our relationship. Mine, the Hebrew word for “watchtower,” and also meaning an emotional connection between two people separated by distance or death, was technically done against medical advice. I had a high risk of infection, but it was worth it. I am in the late stages of terminal illness, and recently took a turn for the worse. Life has a way of happening, and all we can do is try to find a way to make it through.
