I can’t imagine what it must feel like to go through discovering you have cancer or any other deadly illness for that matter.

 

From the moment of discovery to going through treatments, looking for new alternatives when something doesn’t work. Reaching out to any means you can think of, talking to whoever you can, pulling on every string you possibly can, to try and find hope.

 

When you go through a treatment, how much hope do you hold on to? How much despair do you carry with you?

 

I Imagine it’s like going through a thick fog, at night, looking for any sign that you're heading in the right direction. That you're actually going back to safety, to your former life. Back home.

The turmoil, the need to grab anything in your path, push through anything that’s in your way in order to find a glimpse of peace.

During that journey I imagine, you encounter more and more ropes, ladders and pits which lead you to conflicting directions, or bringing you a glimpse of peace.

 

...Eventually you find yourself facing this beast again, that puts you deeper in the fog. Farthest you’ve ever been from home...