My adaptation of the poem “Do not go gentle into that good night” (1947) by Dylan Thomas. This comic originally appeared in the October 2016 issue of the Italian poetry magazine Atelie…
I loved this poem as a teen but started feeling strongly conflicted about it ever since my grandma passed away. I watched her get pushed through treatment after treatment against her will. I vividly remember her biting the fingers of a relative who was trying to make her take pills. Near the end, she seemed so different from the person I knew, and she wasn’t happy. To be fair, she lived well over a year past what the doctors said, but family around her were forcing her to fight harder and longer than she wanted. I still don’t know what the right thing to do for her should have been, but I know how sad I felt seeing her so worn out and tired and I know how much I miss her.
I loved this poem as a teen but started feeling strongly conflicted about it ever since my grandma passed away. I watched her get pushed through treatment after treatment against her will. I vividly remember her biting the fingers of a relative who was trying to make her take pills. Near the end, she seemed so different from the person I knew, and she wasn’t happy. To be fair, she lived well over a year past what the doctors said, but family around her were forcing her to fight harder and longer than she wanted. I still don’t know what the right thing to do for her should have been, but I know how sad I felt seeing her so worn out and tired and I know how much I miss her.
Cancer is a bitch.