This is the story of my experience with lymphoma -- the adventures and thoughts I had during my illness, treatments, and recovery.
I fought my illness with the best weapon I had, my art. I've been painting almost all my life, after starting to draw at the age of two. I was born into art; my mother is an artist and so was her father. I don't believe l've ever wished to be anything other than an artist.
I painted to give definition and meaning to my illness. It was a way for me to translate all that I did not understand, and more importantly. it was a way for me to gain control over my illness. No one could tell me what or how to paint; it was up to me to express on the canvas how I felt.