What’s this painting about?

What’s going on in this painting?

The text on my torso traces the surgeon's original notes preparing me for a lumpectomy on my left breast —his words imprinted onto my body in a moment that felt both clinical and detached. As he explained the diagnosis and surgical options with factual expertise, I was overwhelmed by the mix of emotions. While he spoke, my body felt reduced to a flat map.

Wrestling with feelings of self-sufficiency and the fear of becoming just another statistic, I found myself battling thoughts of self-pity and entitlement. The emotions that arose, like dross rising to the surface, were a kind of cancer within my soul. It became clear that God needed to remove this as well as the cancer.