nice story in Seattle Times Sunday March 12 about 48-year-old woman who does
say in the Audio SlideShow that she did "love her boobs" and doesn't mention
whether she breastfed her children, who after double mastectomy chose a
custom tattoo on her chest instead of reconstruction.
Vicki Hayes in WA
Redefining beauty: Jackie's journey through cancer
Full story:
http://archives.seattletimes.nwsource.com/cgi-bin/texis.cgi/web/vortex/display?slug=jackietattoo12&date=20060312
When cancer struck the second time, Jackie Floyd looked to the future and
envisioned her body in one of two ways: curvaceous with mastectomy scars; or
reconstructed with breasts.
Truth be told, she had been proud of her breasts, flaunting them on the
beach; flashing them inside one of those $1 photo booths. Once, years ago,
as Floyd sprinted for a bus her halter top succumbed to gravity and out they
flew. She laughs now at the memory. "They gave me great amusement."
When cancer struck the second time, this time with such vengeance it sent
her into a rage, she chose to have her cancerous breast, along with the
healthy one, removed. And while she had never had issues with her body - as
a black woman in her mid-40s she had long learned that it would be she, not
fashion magazines, who would define "beauty" - Floyd initially envisioned
full-reconstructive surgery.
The idea of surgery hung on as Floyd packed up an RV and headed south from
her home in Tukwila to Dash Point State Park. A week of saltwater vistas and
moss-laden trails to help her catch her breath.
And that's when she saw it, out on one of her hikes: a huge evergreen that
had been heaved from its roots.
"And I thought we could set this tree back on this stump. And it could be
there. But that's kind of unnatural," she says.
"I thought about my breasts. I listened to my core and I asked: What do you
want to see? That's what really brought me to the tattoo journey."
Talk to anyone who's faced-off cancer and hear myriad ways of claiming hope.
Then it's your turn to watch surgical videos; to step into stores that sell
prostheses. What would you do?
"I would think there are as many different ways to move through cancer as
there are women," Floyd says.
She says this as she lies prostrate, just like that Dash Point evergreen
that triggered her journey here. She's atop a table at Madame Lazonga's
tattoo studio. The tattoo machine's buzzing. Floyd's arms cradle her head.
Her feet, as they're prone to do when suspended, squirm.
When she saw that tree at Dash Point and how it had birthed new life as a
log, she suddenly pictured another choice.
"I wanted to know that I had survived. I wanted to wake up in the morning
and look in the mirror and know I had honored my journey."
She had no idea, though, if it was possible and if so, what it would look or
even feel like since she had never been tattooed before. She visited a shop
on Capitol Hill and paged through notebooks full of designs. When a young
guy heard her say "mastectomy tattoo" he looked stunned. When a young woman
heard the sincerity in her voice she gave Floyd the names of two female
artists.
She met Vyvyn Lazonga in her Pike Place Market studio. Shoji screens and
crystals; jazz music; a ceiling the color of curry. She believed.
She learned how a few other cancer warriors had also come to Lazonga for
their own tattoos. To help paint a picture, she gathered up some items,
telling tokens of her truths: a Nina Simone CD; a book about plants and,
"Their Eyes Were Watching God"; photos of grandchildren Kobae and Jordyn;
another of her with partner Kathleen.
She held onto two fortune-cookie predictions: "You will have a long and
prosperous life." "You will have a new look that will do wonders."
She took a Polaroid of her breasts and tucked it away at home for later.
As she went in for her mastectomy surgery, asking the doctor for a pair of
scars as symmetrical and flat as possible, she pictured herself here in the
studio, Lazonga etching something vibrant on her chest.
"The loss and the renewal needed to be in the same space. I wanted an image
of what I was going to do.
"With every life-threatening illness you think you've lost complete control.
So how do you gain that control? This was the one that I found that was most
nurturing for me."
At Lazonga's studio, she lay behind that shoji screen, underneath a blue
paper blanket, for several hours at a time. Out came a monarch. "The sign of
a healthy ecosystem." Cascading vines. Morning glories.
"It's a flower and a weed and it's hard as hell to get rid of," Floyd says.
It took some 15 hours to complete the image that waltzes from belly to
shoulder, that's usually well-hidden to the world except when she's at home.
Where the pair of grandchildren know all about her journey.
And they ask: Grandma, can we see your flowers?
Florangela Davila: 206-464-2916 or [log in to unmask]
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