Friday, April 14, 2006
Thursday, April 13, 2006
This was also drawn as I found out that hope was false. The cancer had him and nothing we did was going to change this.
The chemo left a shell of man and prevented him from eating. This was the turn towards the end.
If anybody is every facing this horrible descission. Not fighting is sometimes choosing life.
Posted by Sir Lizard at 12:51 AM
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
This was drawn on a plane to see my father. I discovered that he found a hostipal that was willing to try to treat him for his cancer. I remember feeling so confused between helpless and hope. I did plan this drawing but I feel it captures the emotions I was dealing with on this flight. This began a jounery of driving hours every so many days to receive chemo, radiation, and BRAIN SURGERY!
Posted by Sir Lizard at 1:08 PM