In my 24 years as a First Responder, nothing could have prepared me for the unexpected blow I faced in 2020. The pandemic, though challenging, was not the biggest hurdle in my life. In April of that year, I received a Stage 3 Breast Cancer diagnosis. At that moment, my concerns shifted from my role as a First Responder to the daunting task of breaking the news to my son.
Following a series of treatments, a double mastectomy, and two reconstruction surgeries, I found myself turning to a nightly ritual of wine consumption to numb the emotional wounds that lingered within. It wasn't until months later that I emerged from the darkness and decided to pick up a paintbrush. Artistry had always been a part of my life – from college painting classes to childhood sketching and watercolor endeavors.
My journey into painting began with a trip to Michael’s, conveniently located down the street. I discovered a natural inclination towards blues and water themes, which profoundly influenced the direction of my artwork. The soothing and calming nature of water became a therapeutic outlet to navigate the aftermath of the traumatic cancer experience.
One of my aspirations is to showcase a collection of diverse waves in varying shades of blue and green, reminiscent of the ocean's waves at sunrise. It's a symbolic representation of resilience and renewal.
Admittedly, my first three attempts at this newfound art form were nothing short of disastrous – literal garbage. Mixing paints and finding the right color combinations proved to be an art in itself. However, I persisted, finding solace and enjoyment in the time spent in my studio. Painting became a vital part of my healing journey.
I do still enjoy a glass of wine and celebrate life, cancer free!
By: Sudi Hejazi