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I was a teenager
when my mother was diagnosed and treated for breast cancer. During the
course of her chemotherapy I realised for the first time that my mother
could die, that the possibility of her death was real, and that made me
feel impotent and scared, and outside. On the other hand her attitude
towards her body at this time made me aware of how much our bodies are
fundamentally US/OURS, and how important it is as a woman to be empowered
with knowledge to make decisions about our health rather than blindly
follow "doctor's orders". As it is only us who FEEL what it
is like to be inside our bodies only we can decide the course of action.
For this I have depicted her alone in the room, holding on to HER breast,
while the things she couldn't change, the fallen hair on the brush and
the relatives lost to cancer in the past lay on the table, there is an
open door for her. I believe research and medicine open this door. But
it is care, resilience and love that help her into the other side of life.
She is surviving cancer now 12 yeas and counting!
"mortality
of mother"
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on board 53x122 Cambridge 181202
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