I have sat for hours as IV antibiotic slowly infuse into my picc line that goes to the top of my heart and then the antibiotics can flow straight to my brain . Poison in poison out ....and the beat goes on with treatment.
I have cried more than I ever imagine a person could , as my brain has been swollen from treatment which leads to anxiety and panic. Through the tears, I search for relief , I prayed for relief , I cried for relief.
I needed my art, I miss my art, .....I am lost. What can I do sitting in this chair ? Out came the sketch pad from my hero Anita . Out came the color pencils. Can I do this....?
Oh my poor brain , struggle, more struggle, frustration . Can I even sketch again ? Do I have the strength . Little by little I struggle to sketch , everyday I do not know if I have the strength or the brain power . I have learn to forgive myself for days I can not sketch and to be soooo thankful for the days I can .
Each sketch is a gift, a gift of hope....a gift of kindness. With each sketch I find the joy of friendship in them . The passion of dogs ....with each sketch I reach for good health. With each sketch I reach to live beyond my chair. To all out there who struggle , look into your dogs eyes and learn a powerful lesson , never give up ! Because dogs never ever give up on us .
