My father’s right hand as he lays in a hospital bed. It was shaking only moments ago. A smoker his entire life, he quit before it was too late and was saved from terminal throat cancer by several on-going chemo and radiation therapies. Years later, the cancer had been destroyed but the treatment he underwent decimated my father’s body, leaving him tired, withered and old. Today he breathes through an oxygen tank and feeds intravenously yet his incomparable spirit and sheer willpower keep him alive. With hardly an immune system, my father is prone to severe illness. Something as mundane as the common cold could invariably kill him. Admitted to the hospital for pneumonia recently he is now recovering from staph infection which he gets all-the-time. I had a chance to visit him in ICU this weekend before a photoshoot. These are the images I captured.
© 2007 Jason R. Johnston
