Wrestling around

Usually people treat those with cancer with some kind of aura, as if they are fragile and breakable. And well, I suppose they are. However, before she got sick I'd spend plenty of hours trying to impose my extra weight on my sister and force her into not quite painful but certainly uncomfortable positions, followed by tickle torture. By the time she was in high school, she did not quite like this. She was extremely sensitive about her appearance, and she especially hated when I would try to touch her nose because she was afraid that she would break out or something. But one night in June I decided to go after her, except with a camera! The idea was to find her in a pose that would prove embarrassing later. <img src="http://www.carriescandle.com/modules/gallery/albums/immediate/Carrie016.thumb.jpg" align=right>She hated the idea, but was determined not to let me take a bad photo. So I chased her around the house, snapping pictures on an old-fashioned disposable camera (no digital yet, not really). She fell over furniture, scraped her knee, fell face first into the sofa, all over the place, yet somehow managed to take all really good photos.

Except for one! Well, yesterday for her 21st birthday, I decided to draw that picture of Carrie, to memorialize her one bad moment in our rough housing. Were she alive, I'm sure I would try to embarrass her in front of her friends in some other way. However, since she wasn't able to do any of the many things that Eileen imagined she would have tried, and then some, I needed to find a way to bring up some old memories on this would-be-celebratory day.

So here is the original photo, and my rendition. In Edward Munch style, I dub it "Carrie's Scream":