At the time I wrote this, I was nearing closer and closer to death. I was not yet listed for a heart transplant and needed one badly. It was difficult for me to even walk to the bathroom and the clock just kept ticking. Physically, this was something I could handle and pour the little bit of energy I had into. I see this piece as a first draft to a much larger project incorporating many of the same stories and ideas.
Medium: Deleter Miopiko Liner Pens, Neopiko Paper, Copic Markers. Procreate app for digital additions.
Doing both my postbac program at Columbia and getting evaluated for transplant is unreal.
Read MoreIn the last two years before I received my second transplant, my health was a full time job.
Read MoreIf you talk to any transplant patient, chances are they will tell you their veins are a disaster.
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This is a short comic I did early on about my struggle juggling a “bad medical day” with my intense schoolwork. I’ve had many bad depression days over the years, and I worked through them when I was in my career as a professional artist. But if you’re a premed at Columbia, you have to be doing your best all day every day to keep up. With my heart failure getting worse, it felt like I was just dropping the ball in every department and I refused to ask for help. After a while, I knew I had to reach out. And so I did! (In my own way starting out small!)
Written early on while waiting for a dr appointment, there are multiple ways this comic shows that it was meant only to be a rough draft. Unfortunately, a cleaner final version was never made but I think the draft is still worth being a part of the portfolio.
