My mother struggled with cancer for 15 years, most of my adult
life. I was at home with her through the final stages of the disease. I was with her as she took her last breath.
This image of cancer as a catabolic force invading her body was
very powerful. I imagined the surgeries and treatments transgressing the body from which I was born. A battle in internal regions fought with bombardments of radiation and chemical (chemo) warfare trying to defeat a shape-shifting foe.