The Thing about Cancer
Page One
Panel 1 – A non-sequitur close up on shredded chicken bits and hummus on a white ceramic plate atop a kitchen table. Sitting in front of a framed picture of 11-year-old me standing up straight hands behind my back awkwardly smiling wearing a plaid shirt with blue skinny jeans. Eyes shyly avoiding the camera, with my grandfather who has his right arm wrapped around me, big smile on his face in stark contrast eyes staring straight. My grandfather is a short man only an inch or two taller than me. He’s slightly on the husky side. He has a wide face with a short-cropped beard, standard large middle eastern nose, and is slightly bolding.
Caption: The thing about cancer, I’ve found is even if you’ve survived the ordeal, and that’s a big if there, the ordeals not really over.
Panel 2 –Me and my grandfather are sitting at his kitchen table. He is slightly hunched over, eating. We’re both sitting in standard 4-legged wood