On the 4th of June 2011, I lost my best friend.
Meegan also had Cystic Fibrosis. She was 17 when she passed away and she was 2 months off turning 18 years old.
Meegan not only showed me the ropes around the hospital, she also showed me although my world had been turned upside down after being diagnosed with CF related diabetes in 2006, my life wasn’t in fact over like I assumed it was.
I knew I was going to get something in remembrance of her, and that’s where this bad boy comes in.
The day after my 18th birthday (4th of May 2012), I made my first booking at Cairns City Tattoo and Body Piercing opposite the night markets in Cairns.
I remember pacing back and forth for the last half an hour leading up to my appointment time, trying to not shit my pants and just walk in.
I kept reminding myself of why I was getting it, eventually walking in…without shit running down my leg. Thankfully.
Je T’aime means ‘I Love You’ in French, just because…well just because it looked a lot prettier than just writing ‘I Love You’ across my wrist.
The two stars on the left and right, each represent my grandfathers. Michael Angelo who passed away before I was born. Dennis who passed when I was 2-3 years old. And of course, Meegan, outlined in pink.
Knowing I wanted another tattoo, I had been trying to decide where and what I wanted.
For a while I was satisfied with just the one tattoo but in 2014 I decided it was time for another. I got my little brain working.
Most people know I have been obsessed with Winnie the Pooh since…I can remember. In my teen years (14-15), I was sure I wanted a fat Winnie on the inside of my right hip, which by the way, I am so glad I didn’t go ahead with. I am pretty sure no explanation is actually needed for.
Still loving Pooh at the age of 21, I decided it was still going to be Pooh related. I had also made quite a few new CF friends since transferring to Adults CF at this stage, which actually Justin was the first CF adult who came and introduced himself and basically gave me the kick up the backside my teenage self needed.
I still to this day roughly remember him saying to me not to bother with the excuses with him. Because he has CF and knows it is actually in fact doable, being (I believe) 40 at the time? Anyway, I saw a lot of different cases of people doing well… and people doing not so well, but they were all handling it like bosses regardless. Hence why on the 15th August 2015 this beautiful Christopher Robin (A.A Milne) quote was tattooed across my right rib.
I chose my right side because my right side is currently a little worse than my left with damaging and scarring etc.
I have been told several times, by several different people that I would regret both of my tattoos. I have always, and continue to disagree with. Not only do they both have very strong meanings to me, but looking at them both; my wrist… when missing certain people; my ribs when I am either feeling weak, or just going through tough situations in general, have both made situations easier to deal with. They make it easier to smile in shitty situations.