| Radiation Series My late husband, Bill Corbett, thought posing for me was boring so I could never draw him unless he was reading or sleeping - until he was diagnosed with cancer in 1994. One day after we returned from home from a radiation treatment, I asked him once more if he would pose. To my amazement, he said, " Yes." My hands trembled slightly as I set up the large pieces of paper on the easel. I didn't know if I was enough of an artist to capture what I was seeing. He was stoic - exhausted and resigned. I finished the four drawings quickly, fearing his strength wouldn't hold out long enough to complete the work. When I showed him the completed drawings, he looked at me and said, "I didn't think you knew I was depressed." My jaw dropped and no sound came out. How could I not know? I couldn't tell him I knew what he was going through because I didn't. But I could see what was happening to him. The drawings enabled us to talk more honestly about Bill's cancer. While he was always concerned about sparing me grief, he no longer put on a cheery front to spare me. |