This is a wall hanging that I made for our friend S***, who died of a Glioblastoma Multi-Form IV tumor on November 29th, 2011. He died exactly one month to the day after he turned fifty-two.
It’s an interpretation of the monstrous entity that had, without remorse or compassion, taken up residence in his head. With its uncontrollable “fingers” invading parts of his brain that could never be reached by a surgeons’ scalpel, the executioner was flaunting its superiority.
S*** wrote a blog that took you on his journey that began with the day he was first diagnosed. He detailed his treatments and provided background information that wove a tapestry of a life that was going to be cut short for no clear reason, other than the usual bullshit…. “it was his time.”
He was a gifted writer. He was a real writer and his blog chapters his death sentence with poise and grace.
You can see the transition he makes in his writing due to the effects of the disease that was consuming his thoughts, actions and penmanship but his brilliance was still evident when it filled the pages.
When I made the quilt, I solicited help from Loser and my children to give it a name. I also included my sister in my quest. Loser would always roll his eyes when I was talking to her on the telephone and then leave the room. After he had been sitting outside, enjoying the fruits of life (beer), he came in the house and stopped long enough to say “tell your idiot sister I said hello.” From that moment on, he always referred to her that way.
So…the name of this quilt came from my “idiot sister.” Her suggestion was “how about tomorrow?”
I wanted S*** to think that there was always going to be a tomorrow and I changed the spelling to define the vicious killer that was taking his life.
There were a few more tomorrows for him and it was only after a fierce, hard-fought battle that he ultimately lost.