On Friday, October 9, 1981, I was diagnosed with cancer. Four
days later a large tumor and 10 inches of my colon were removed. I
was 32 years old. It all happened so fast. Why me? I remember being
shocked -- filled with anger, hate, rejection, fear, everything.
Everything except confusion. I've always had a sense of direction in
my life. I have my art and I'm living my second life.
I drew Self Portrait a while after my surgery. This piece points
to the vulnerability of life and the urgency to prioritize.
On Sunday, December 28, 1997, my father died (at home) from the
complications that occur from prostate cancer. It was not an
invisible death -- it was horrifying. It was like watching my
For One Step Ahead of a Tumor, whenever I ask cancer survivors if
they think about getting cancer again, they say, "Yeah!"