Folks! Yesterday I officially finished active cancer treatment.
It’s been nine months since diagnosis.
A Double Mastectomy.
16 Rounds of Chemotherapy.
25 Rounds of Radiation.
Endless painful needles.
And it’s done.
So I give to you Bad Painting #11
A Self Portrait. As I am.
I don’t usually do self portraits but it felt right to paint myself.
It’s hard to put into words how it feels to be at this stage, so perhaps drawing it makes sense.
I feel good and also very sad.
I feel strong but tired.
I’m full of hope and so fucking glad to be alive.
Thanks for being on this journey with me!