As the pan-demonic 2020, my special Year of the Rat, drew to an end, I was diagnosed  with stage 3 anal cancer. The pain was real and the subsequent treatment, months of chemoradiotherapy, was demanding. While hospitalized, medicated and in a perpetual and uncertain state of sedation I worked with what I could; documenting my experience by writing, taking self portraits, photographing the very blood escaping me, etc. I gathered information and when my health allowed I assembled everything into documents -  collages of sorts.
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