Breast cancer? Yes, it is breast cancer awareness month. Which happens to coincide with my annual mammogram. This way I won't ever forget to have one. Just like our wedding anniversary is on Valentine's Day, which I believe was designed just so people won't forget when they got hitched. :)
I was pondering this annual ritual as I sat in the waiting room. Every year, sitting here. Wondering if I have cancer. This isn't something I would normally even contemplate. But on this day, every year, because I sit here, I wonder. It is an excruciating emotional exercise. Especially if your mom died from breast cancer. I sit here wondering what I would do, what treatments I would choose, whether or not I would bother with reconstruction, with a tattoo'd replacement nipple, if I would have any sensation remaining. If I would be alive to know it.
The results arrived in 24 hours. I don't have cancer. This time. But many do and have.
One of them, for which the first painting is named, is a testament to the triumph of the human spirit, the exuberant joy of being ALIVE and the determination to choose a vibrant existence surrounded by positive people. She exudes ferocity. And her hair is a gorgeous mane. It isn't flowers, but it could be. And isn't it perfect that she is painted on reclaimed wood from Hurricane Irma - something strong surviving a tempest.
The second painting is a completion from the recent demo. This one a little contemplative and studious. She has a story, but she hasn't whispered it to me yet. Did she tell you?