I see a curly-haired stranger in the mirror with scars and a body I don't recognize. I worry about my family, children and friends and hope they never have to face a cancer journey of their own. I celebrate doctor visits and treatment milestones along with birthdays and holidays.
I'm slowly coming to the realization that it's not about getting back to normal because I'm not that me anymore. This illustration is my way of acknowledging everything I've been through to get to this moment. It's also a reminder to leave all of that where it belongs ... in the past ... and enjoy where I am now.
Prints are available in my Etsy shop.
Hi Mom!
ReplyDeleteI got your comment (thanks) and I deleted it instead of publishing it. I really shouldn't try to do stuff like that from my kindle. Anyway, I'm glad you like the illustration and post. I was afraid it sounded like sleep-deprived ramblings since I was up at 5am working on it. Maybe that's this comment that's a sleep-deprived ramble? Love ya!
You're goofy.
ReplyDeleteLove ya too!
Mom
Am not! And I managed to publish that one! ;-)
DeleteI read somewhere that this is your new normal, and life and everyone in becomes more precious, I love your painting
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