A drawing from my first cycle in Adult Chemo. It was a much bigger space, with many more people, and the room itself provided a big challenge. I continued my tradition of drawing the day-to-day happenings, and intended to keep it up, but then the pandemic happened.

After the pandemic kicked in, I found treatment much more depressing - going in on my own, the stress, short staffing and delays, and with all the visitors gone from the centre; it seemed suddenly soulless and sterile. It wasn't an experience I wanted to preserve in my memory, so I began to draw less often.

A drawing from my first cycle in Adult Chemo. It was a much bigger space, with many more people, and the room itself provided a big challenge. I continued my tradition of drawing the day-to-day happenings, and intended to keep it up, but then the pandemic happened.

After the pandemic kicked in, I found treatment much more depressing - going in on my own, the stress, short staffing and delays, and with all the visitors gone from the centre; it seemed suddenly soulless and sterile. It wasn't an experience I wanted to preserve in my memory, so I began to draw less often.