DANCING WITH CANCER – The Waiting RoomPosted: March 14, 2012
Leaving UCLA Cancer Clinic, I do what probably most people would do upon receiving very bad news. I sit down. Outside. I should say, we sit down, the cancer and I, me and Cancy Wancy. The year is 2003. We would meet again in June of 2006, but for now, with all options considered and after much research and opinion, the operation would go ahead on Valentines Day, 2003.
In any waiting room, there is the feeling of being immersed in an altered state. But the cancer wing is experienced on a different dimension – you are at once there and removed. A feeling of empathy runs deep and goes out to all those waiting for their name to be called.
This is a self-portrait of me in the waiting room. Probably not one of my better days; hard to tell what’s going on behind the Persol’s.
Around this same time I created this piece of fridge-art. It became my mantra and gave me confidence to carry on.