26.10.2010 bis
Work in progress:
"Keeping my Mother Warm, with my Fathers Patience"
My mother is a breast cancer survivor.
She was diagnosed with breast cancer in 2002, and went through a successful removal operation, followed by one month of radiotherapy. Subsequent controls shower her to be "clean".
Yet, the consequences of having had breast cancer are enormous, and the physical and psychological distresses have left many wounds that are unwilling to heal.
To this day, my mother suffers the consequences of being a breast cancer survivor, of being treated by many professional yet insensitive doctors, whose attitude and harsh words during her treatment have contributed to weakening her resolve to heal.
For her family, the hardest aspect to accept is our apparent inability to help her heal - we still haven't given up.
My Father was her main caregiver.
In November 2008, I started knitting a red scarf, with the aim to keep my mother warm: not with the scarf itself, but with the intention that goes into each stitch. Both my sister and my mother have contributed a few rows to this continuing work.
It takes incredible amounts of patience to care, to heal, and to knit, patience my Father had in abundance.
Thus I try to keep my mother warm, with my Fathers patience.
"Keeping my Mother Warm, with my Fathers Patience"
Process Documentation photograph
April 1st, 2010
Villnachern
My mother is a breast cancer survivor.
She was diagnosed with breast cancer in 2002, and went through a successful removal operation, followed by one month of radiotherapy. Subsequent controls shower her to be "clean".
Yet, the consequences of having had breast cancer are enormous, and the physical and psychological distresses have left many wounds that are unwilling to heal.
To this day, my mother suffers the consequences of being a breast cancer survivor, of being treated by many professional yet insensitive doctors, whose attitude and harsh words during her treatment have contributed to weakening her resolve to heal.
For her family, the hardest aspect to accept is our apparent inability to help her heal - we still haven't given up.
My Father was her main caregiver.
In November 2008, I started knitting a red scarf, with the aim to keep my mother warm: not with the scarf itself, but with the intention that goes into each stitch. Both my sister and my mother have contributed a few rows to this continuing work.
It takes incredible amounts of patience to care, to heal, and to knit, patience my Father had in abundance.
Thus I try to keep my mother warm, with my Fathers patience.
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