Chemotherapy Strikes Again...
Reflections on this comic: 6/28/2016
Artistically, this is one of my favorite comics. The line-work, the colors, the pace.
But it's also one of my favorites because it's so, so true. I drew while I was in the middle of chemotherapy treatments. Chemo, at least for me, was very, very heavy. Nausea and fatigue were my hallmark symptoms, followed by dehydration. Many times I had to sneak a nap in between therapy appointments. Some days I just had to go home. On my last day of treatment, I was wheeled out of the hospital, lifeless.
Chemo knew how to crash the party at the right times, just when I was feeling ready for a great day.
And while sleeping a lot and taking time off work might sound like a dream to some, it's not the kind of tired that's comfortable. It's a heavy uneasy tired that doesn't go away after you wake up. Some nights I was so fatigued that I was restless, jerking uncontrollably and keeping my wife awake too. For a little while, I needed to sleep in another bed.
After chemotherapy treatment ended, I felt like I could breathe again.