Ballpoint drawing & collage, 8,5 by 11 inches.
It’s painting2cancers’ birthday! One candle on its cake! It’s a special day. So, I thought I’d post about my husband, because he’s special too… My husband is the best. While being treated, I’ve often watched him, trying to imagine what it must be like when your wife gets dxd with 2 cancers in such a short period of time. I’ve seen him pale, quiet and shocked. I’ve seen him keeping strong. I’ve heard him say magical things, like “every day a bit better…” I’ve known him crack a joke and tease me. I’ve gotten links to articles about cancer he’s read… My husband is the strong&silent type… That’s okay. I am too. I understand that mode of being. After the amputation when I was home from surgery, with my pear shaped drainage containers attached to my top, he’d come home for lunch, bringing bread and sometimes goodies. He couldn’t stay long and often left before I finished. One day, I heard him come back in. Forgotten keys, I thought. He came in through the door behind me and hugged me firmly from behind the chair. I dropped my apple. We didn’t speak. I uttered a “mmmmm…” And as he let go, he left as quietly as he came in. Mmmmm…, my husband is the best!