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The only reason I feel I should submit this, is because it looks as good as it does.

The reason I hate it? It's because, I look at it and it feels like I've given up or something.

See, I have these little lumps of bone sticking out here and there, mostly on my legs, called exostoses (=lit. 'branching', 'small growths' ) and one of these have these last months been seriously painful. So yeah, went to a doctor, he sent me to Turku and the hospital (TYKS) there.

The first time I step into the doctors office, he litterarily tells me, like a slap in the face 'I really think it's cancer.'. Since then, I don't know what to believe. Part of me still thinks it's just a little lump of bone messing with my muscle, but there's this thought: What if it IS cancer?

I drew this picture, thinking about it. When I was done, I felt horrible. Or at least miserable, because of the fact that it's a portrait of me with a cane. Don't get me wrong, canes are awesome... but it still feels like it's not part of me. With this picture, I feel like I've just admitted defeat. I don't even know if I have cancer or not, but it still feels horrible.

So the only reason I save it, is because it looks great. I spent alot of effort in it, and I do like how it turned out. But I hate it still. Not because of its looks, but the emotions I get from it.

So yeah. I hate it.

Description
The only reason I feel I should submit this, is because it looks as good as it does.

The reason I hate it? It's because, I look at it and it feels like I've given up or something.

See, I have these little lumps of bone sticking out here and there, mostly on my legs, called exostoses (=lit. 'branching', 'small growths' ) and one of these have these last months been seriously painful. So yeah, went to a doctor, he sent me to Turku and the hospital (TYKS) there.

The first time I step into the doctors office, he litterarily tells me, like a slap in the face 'I really think it's cancer.'. Since then, I don't know what to believe. Part of me still thinks it's just a little lump of bone messing with my muscle, but there's this thought: What if it IS cancer?

I drew this picture, thinking about it. When I was done, I felt horrible. Or at least miserable, because of the fact that it's a portrait of me with a cane. Don't get me wrong, canes are awesome... but it still feels like it's not part of me. With this picture, I feel like I've just admitted defeat. I don't even know if I have cancer or not, but it still feels horrible.

So the only reason I save it, is because it looks great. I spent alot of effort in it, and I do like how it turned out. But I hate it still. Not because of its looks, but the emotions I get from it.

So yeah. I hate it.