This image touches the true essence of stage 4 cancer...world history and facts
They are not lovers, hanging on to each other before one of them vanishes for ever. They are not a mother and child sticking together till death does them part.
It is not someone who is near the end of the cancer battle, clinging desperately to life in stage 4.
Since I saw my ex-wife for the very last time, only weeks before she was obliterated by stage 4 cancer in a mist of bone and liver metastasis, leaving her barely recognizable — even for a person who once knew her so well — I see this painting representing an entirely different aspect of the stage 4 horror.
Because I saw her empty eyes. Her lack of posture because all life was gone. The total absence of color around her, although she was simply in between us. The broken will to live.
This painting depicts something else.
An embrace.
And it is the cancer which is holding on, deeper and deeper. Sucking all the life out of its host. Out of my ex-wife. Out of all stage 4 cancer patients. Out of all those who have tried, but never had a chance to succeed in the very end. Out of all of us who will trie to no avail.
They become a couple so dark, that even when we are close, we simply look away because we feel too cold so near. Because we see how the cancer grows so strongly, and devours all the life it finds.
Until they become one, and disappear.
@ world history and facts
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