2020: How Art by Sharon Lam Began
Trigger warning: Loss of a parent & grief.
2020 was a year unlike any other - for both my family and the rest of the world. To give some context, my mom was diagnosed with stage three ovarian cancer in 2014. She had discomfort in her stomach that had been misdiagnosed as constipation that had been bothering her for months. She went to the emergency room on Christmas Day because she knew it would be quiet. She was funny like that. I was in the middle of my degree, completing a co-op term in Kelowna. I tried to quit school and move home. Mom didn’t let me.
After a year of chemo, she was in remission. I finished my degree in Hospitality and Food Administration at the University of Guelph and moved to Vancouver. I worked as a hotel Banquets Captain where I’d supervise events like weddings and conferences. It was an industry I loved - bringing people's visions to life and helping them celebrate big lifetime milestones and achievements. I moved back to Victoria from Vancouver in 2017 when my mom relapsed for the second time and continued working in hotel banquets. Luckily, mom spent over a year in remission before she relapsed again in the summer of 2019. But this time was different, the cancer had advanced to stage four and we realized that she was no longer responding to chemotherapy or radiation. By November 2019, she transferred into palliative care and we were told that we had weeks left together, not even months.
I quit my job a day later. Two days after she was transferred to hospice, I bought and Ipad and began drawing like crazy. I had wanted to explore digital art for a few months but was waiting for a sale. I started an Instagram account to share my artwork. I didn’t talk about mom and her condition until after she had passed away. I drew manically while she slept - of places we’d been together and revisiting our favourite memories. I wanted so badly to show her what I was capable of, how grateful I was for the life she gave us, and how much I loved her and the sacrifices she made for us. She passed away on December 2, 2019 at The Victoria Hospice Society.
My mother was a crazy strong minded superwoman. Looking back now, I can see that she worked hard to make sure that we would be okay after she passed. When we sold our family restaurant in 2007, she changed professions and became a unit clerk in the hospital. For the next 13 years, she worked in all over the hospital in hospice, oncology, the cardiovascular unit and the pain clinic. It was easy to see that she was beloved throughout her treatment because it felt like we had friendly helping hands all along the way. In the month before she passed, Mom prepared us for life without her as best as she could. She connected us with counsellors, told us it was okay to cry, reminded us to depend on one another and made sure we knew that without a doubt she loved us.
Thank you for reading all the way to the bottom! I hope you learned a little bit more about my journey and how this all started. I am grateful that I’ve spent this year safely with my family, for the support that my friends and family have given me, and for all the love and support I’ve received for my artwork! I have a lot of ideas for 2021, and am excited to start some new projects!