Cost of Cancer

My hair is growing back and that is the first and quickest sign of recovery. My appetite has returned and after losing over 40 pounds I can now eat anything I want, so that is really nice. Sometimes we don't appretiate a good meal until we can't eat it. My hands hurt a lot and I am told that this is common with cancer survivors! Part of the cost of the cure! The other "cost" is cash,
about $130,000 which, of course, I never had. I am one of the lucky ones and have an excellent insurance policy - they paid $129,000 and I only paid $1,000. I sometimes wonder what I would have done without the insurance? I own my house so any type of assistance would not have kicked in until that was gone and I was living on the street. I love life but I don't think I would have done that. It is not just my house, what would my wife do and where would she live? I know people who have died agonizing over these same decisions. What is a life worth? How much would you spend and how much pain would you accept to cure cancer and be a survivor?
You really can't answer that question until it happens to you.

Pain Management

Ralph liked my butterflies so I found another one.
These are stainless steel over copper sheet and then powder-coated in clear. There is a lot of hand work involved in making these, a lot of fitting and grinding and I am unable to do that now. I wake up early in the morning and it feels as though my hands were in a pressure cooker all night long. I am not sure what to do about this. It is discouraging for an artist not to be able to work. I still get ideas and things I want to do but the pain is pretty constant and throbbing. So, I have begun my day complaining and that is not a good way to start! I do comparative therapy and realize that there are a lot of people worse off than I am. I could be in Haiti and have my tent, my only home blown down in the rains. And I think it is only my hands that hurt; the cancer is gone and I am healing, it is just that I want to run with it, lose myself in my shop and build things! I should be thankful that I have the desire. The ability will come. Vicodine helps, at least it offers a distraction and when it kicks in, the throbbing subsides and I am able to work for fifeteen minutes at a time. Time is my friend now, I am getting stronger every day!

This is "old stuff" done a year or so ago but I wanted to show you some of my copper and stainless steel pieces. This piece became the center of a gate at a local winery. It is powder-coated clear coat and has the feel of silk when touched. The copper and polished steel catch the sun and this can be seen from blocks away! It was a fun experiment and because of it

I built a 16' Entry Gate for a different winery with a lot of copper in it,

five foot panels of copper plate! I have never before or since seen this use of copper with ornamental iron and the local powder coating factory had never clear-coated copper before! This piece is what really inspired me, maybe I could be an artist after all?

The Hands of an Artist

Going back to work is not as simple as it sounded. This is my thumb nail, my big toe nails are gone. What I used to build in a day will njow take me a week. The chemo-therapy that cured my cancer has left a lot of damage in its wake. The neuropathy in my hands will let me work for maybe fifeteen minutes and then I want to cry! At least I sit and give them a break! It is going to take some time, I am at the starting gate, waiting for the sound of the bell.

Doctor's Visit

Yesterday I had a visit with my real doctor. Real doctor in the sense that he is the one I have seen for years and he is the one who discovered my cancer. My cancer doctor, the one I call my "voodoo doctor" doesn't really look at me much and talks to me even less. I get a blood test from him and then he is after statistics. He is like a cook, adding so much of thisand a little of that to this chemical recipe. My real doctor actually talks to me, looks at me and touches me! Anyway,
apparently once someone gets neuropathy then they ave it forever! That is the bad news, the good news is, over time it will get a little bit better but ostly it is a case of getting used to it. I believe that. My hands feel as though I am picking through cut glass but already I am so restless that I am beginning to ignore them. I began a painmting the other day and already I will put it aside. I get to build a garden gate! Maybe my hands won't like this so much but mentally I am so ready for it that I don't care. It has been months since I have touched steel and I long for its expression! So, sore hands or not I am going to "forge ahead" (nice expression for a welder, huh?) and I get to make something this week! How fun!

Where I Work

This is my shop! I showed you mine, I want to see yours! I have a great shop/studio in my backyard surrounded by my garden, about a million flowers it seems and my tomato plants.

These photos are "the old days" about a year ago, before I discovered the cancer. Now mostly I work on "little art" and try to get better at painting. I love the strength and weight and permanency of steel but for now the neuropathy in my hands won't allow me to work with it.

But I am getting stronger every day, so, soon, I hope!

I thought I would show you some of my "metal art". The assignment for this job was to create an Entry to this garden. Tradition and protective and Big is what I saw so that is what I did. With metal work my "canvas"is often big. This total "piece" is about 30 feet wide and eleven feet tall.
I have so lost the strength to create this kind of art but it is nice to know that I did a lotof it and it will far outlast me! That is what artists want, isn't
it? Immortality!