When I shot this
photo in Cambodia
three years ago, I was struck at how something can thrive on seemingly so
Not long after taking this image I found myself spending long days and
nights at the hospital
, tending to my partner
who was fighting stage 4 Lymphoma, a serious wound, infection, and a number of other
complications too painful to share.
It was a brave new world; where blankets are heated, drugs are dispensed
hourly and the staff talks at you instead
of to you. You waiver between wanting to jump across the hospital bed to strangle
them, to being eternally grateful.
medical machine is just that; a human-powered, often-flawed business. To
survive, you have to steel yourself and create an armor of protection. I became
a vigilant advocate and gave up trying to win the “spouse of thepatient of the year”award. I was his eyes, ears, and often
his mouth. If something didn’t sound right, I asked questions and stayed on the
medical team. Periodically we caught mistakes: wrong medications, wrong diagnosis…
lots of stuff at every level.
The 2-year journal I kept is incredibly detailed and not for the weak of
It reads like a movie script, sometimes horrific beyond imagination, sometimes
tender and hilariously funny. But through it all… it tells a story of strength
In the end it was love, and the energy of positive thought, with mantras
like, “Ribbons of love and healing surround our beings,” that rooted us. And beyond
all odds; like this Cambodian tree, we thrive.