If you find this blog, it will be my book. It took me 8 years to make, illustrate and finally now post (in between becoming a teacher and working long weeks). It was a labor of love that drove me every day, to share my story in hopes it can reach the right person/s. For those who are wounded, who are lost, who are scared, there is still hope. We may be in the loneliest club, but we can make it work. For those who have not yet felt the pain of cancer up close, it may offer some preparation for whenever the inevitable arrives. When I was in the situation, there was no map, no warnings. You never really care until it happens to you. Maybe it shouldn’t be that way.
This story is about my family, my dad, his cancer, our trauma, our culture, our secrets, mental health and the unspoken wheel of grief. This is the truth I wish I had known about before it happened to me. If I can survive it, anyone can. It’s possible to make it out the other side.
My hope is that maybe with enough support, awareness and funding, pancreatic cancer will one day no longer be the extremely low survival rate that it currently is.
“I paint flowers so they will not die.”– Frida Kahlo
“The movement you need, is on your shoulder.” – Hey Jude, Paul McCartney
Happy birthday Mike.
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