Posts tagged cancer
Posts tagged cancer
Kirsty Mitchell’s late mother Maureen was an English teacher who spent her life inspiring generations of children with imaginative stories and plays. Following Maureen’s death from a brain tumour in 2008, Kirsty channelled her grief into her passion for photography.
She retreated behind the lens of her camera and created Wonderland, an ethereal fantasy world. The photographic series began as a small summer project but grew into an inspirational creative journey.
‘Real life became a difficult place to deal with, and I found myself retreating further into an alternative existence through the portal of my camera,’ said the artist. (read the rest here).holy fuck
My Wife’s Fight With Breast Cancer
one of the saddest and most beautiful photo essays I’ve ever seen
I always end up crying at the end. Actually the more I see it the earlier I start crying.
About the age of 4 to be precise, I would often go on long visits to my grandparents home in Grants Pass, OR. I enjoyed these visits as any little girl would. I especially loved playing in the wood fort in the backyard, running around like an Indian in the forest that surrounded my grandparents cottage, and climbing trees. What I remembered most was my Grandmothers rose garden, which had a variety of over one hundred rose bushes and was stunning in the spring time.
It was on one of these visits that I was left under my grandparents care without any of my other siblings. This generally didn’t bother me, but the other kids at the church my grandparents frequented were not impressed with my monkey abilities and turned up their snobbish noses and would not let me play with them. I was torn, and went to sit upon a broken down chimney and sniffle about my misfortune and watch the other kids play tag.
It was then that she came up to me. We’ll call her Alice, for I cannot remember her name. I noticed no one played with her either, but I thought it normal as Alice was one of the big kids. With sparkling eyes and a cheerful smile she asked if I wanted someone to play with, and so out of the ruins of a chimney we pretended it was our castle and I a Princess and she a Queen. For an hour we built and tore down the bricks of our “castle” and pretended to have a magnificent ball to which all the snob kids were not invited.
When the time finally came to leave my grandmother called from the old station wagon and I breathed a “thank you for playing with me, I have to go now goodbye!” She smiled again “Of course your majesty!” and I giggled all the way to my aunties outstretched hand.
“Who was that you were playing with? Auntie asked.
”I donno. But I like her, shes nice.”
”It was nice of her to play with you.” Grandma concluded as she started the engine and left the parking lot.
On the drive home my aunt and Grandma chatted about the service that morning and the weather. I let my thoughts drift afar.
” Did you say anything to her about her hair, Teresa?” Grandma asked suddenly.
I thought hard, “No gamma, she didn’t have any hair. Why gamma? “
“She was diagnosed with leukemia not too long ago. I am glad you got to play with her.” And with that my grandmother and aunt continued their previous conversation while my head bumbled with question I wanted to ask about it, but knew better.
I didn’t know what leukemia was or that it kills people, and hurts others.
I never did see Alice at church again and I have always wondered what has happened to her…