Art Exhibit Promotes Breast Cancer Awareness

In honor of Breast Cancer Awareness Month and to celebrate the 10th Anniversary of their breast cancer program, Methodist Hospital | Metropolitan partnered with The McNay Art Museum to honor breast cancer survivors, those we’ve lost, and their families, through an art project. Community members were invited to submit art pieces for display on social media during October, Breast Cancer Awareness Month, that pay tribute to those impacted by breast cancer. The art pieces symbolize hope and support, and the hospital was delighted and amazed by the many beautiful works of art submitted.

One lucky artist will be selected to have their piece permanently displayed in the hospital and will also receive $500 to go toward a charity of their choice.

The Elephant in the Room

They found it on a mammogram, two months ago today. That lump that Maggie saw there was a tumor. The surgery went well, she started chemo right away, now she's quietly optimistic about her future.

She has treatments on Tuesday. Recovery is tough. The pain is intense she would say. But Maggie is blessed with good friends that she loves, and they'd stop by to brighten her day.

They brought hope and good cheer, some laughter, some tears. She'd forget all her gloom and her doom. But they rarely mentioned the cancer anymore, though they all felt the elephant in the room.

Her cancer got worse, and she'd silently suffer. And she wished it would just go away. But Maggie was blessed with a family that loved her. And they'd see her at least once a day.

They brought kindness and sympathy, sent prayers up above. Lots of cards and flowers in bloom. They seldom spoke of her illness these days, but they all felt the elephant in the room.

Her bloodwork got worse and her pain was too much. She struggled to cope every day. So she started to pray to the God that she loved. Then she prayed and she prayed and she prayed.

She was tired of it all and she longed for the end. "Please God", she prayed, "Let me live". She repeated that prayer again and again, till she had no more prayers left to give.

Then a funny thing happened, slowly at first. When her doctors found hope in a test. Seems the cancer she'd fought and the pain she had nursed, were leaving her body at last.

As she left to go home and start living again, she suddenly felt all alone. That elephant that lived in her room now and then, had left her for places unknown.

- Gregory Lambert