I was diagnosed with cancer in 1985 and two nights before my surgery I had a dream about a tree.
It was a huge tree in a beautiful field. The sky was blue and the tree was completely covered in leaves. I was a small child looking up at it. When I woke up I knew that the tree was me and I began a series of drawings of the tree. The tree evolved with each drawing. The last drawing which is my favorite is a very abstract tree with a large eye in the side of the trunk, the sky is a very pale flat green and the tree itself is very colorful.
When I finished these drawings I knew that I would survive the surgery and I think about these drawings quite frequently.
Contributed by Anne McConville, Washington, D.C.
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