Monday, March 21, 2011

The Waiting Room

I comfort myself by drawing.
I spent last summer with my family in a variety of medical waiting rooms.  The first waiting room was part of the Cardiac ICU.  All around me, families sat with anxiety as they waited for their turn to come so they could spend their allotted 10 minutes per hour staring at their parent/spouse/sibling laying in a bed looking completely lifeless.
We all sat waiting to hear whether our loved one was going to make it.  I listened to a family counselor explain to a family that the doctors did all they could, and that he was very sorry.
Here are a few of the things I poured into my sketchbook that first week.