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		<title>My Mom&#8217;s Battle</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Jul 2010 00:45:26 +0000</pubDate>
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This is my mom and she’s one of the greatest human beings I know.  It’s hard to write about people you love because there so many things you want to cover from the bad times and the good times that happen between you and them. Lately, it’s been even harder.
My mom was diagnosed with Non-Hodgkin [...]]]></description>
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<div id="_mcePaste" style="overflow: hidden; position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 411px; width: 1px; height: 1px;">This is my mom and she’s one of the greatest human beings I know.  It’s hard to write about people you love because there so many things you want to cover from the bad times and the good times that happen between you and them. Lately, it’s been even harder.</div>
<div id="_mcePaste" style="overflow: hidden; position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 411px; width: 1px; height: 1px;">My mom was diagnosed with Non-Hodgkin lymphoma cancer back in May. For the past two months, she’s been receiving radiation treatments for her cancer. However, since the beginning of this month, my mom’s cancer turned out to be more aggressive than we thought. Her doctor is now moving her into chemotherapy.</div>
<div id="_mcePaste" style="overflow: hidden; position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 411px; width: 1px; height: 1px;">I’ve been private about it until at that point, I decided to pick up my camera not planning or caring whether they’ll be good or bad. I’ve seen a few photographers that have documented family sickness. It’s seemed as a outlet for them. For me, it’s something I can’t fathom in wordsThis is my mom and she’s one of the greatest human beings I know.  It’s hard to write about people you love because there so many things you want to cover from the bad times and the good times that happen between you and them. Lately, it’s been even harder.</div>
<p>This is my mom and she’s one of the greatest human beings I know.  It’s hard to write about people you love because there so many things you want to cover from the bad times and the good times that happen between you and them. Lately, it’s been even harder.</p>
<p>My mom was diagnosed with Non-Hodgkin lymphoma cancer back in May. For the past two months, she’s been receiving radiation treatments for her cancer. However, since the beginning of this month, my mom’s cancer turned out to be more aggressive than we thought. Her doctor is now moving her into chemotherapy.</p>
<p>I’ve been private about it until this point, I decided to pick up my camera not planning or caring whether they’ll be good or bad. I’ve seen a few photographers that have documented family sickness. It’s seemed as a outlet for them. For me, it’s something I can’t fathom in words.</p>
<p><a class="tt-flickr tt-flickr-Medium" title="My Mom's Battle" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrjakyl/4788622444/"><img class="aligncenter" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4120/4788622444_7f01aaf21b.jpg" alt="My Mom's Battle" width="500" height="166" /></a></p>
<p>My parents and my aunt from Paris, France came to visit me this past weekend. I took them around town getting Dim Sum and showed my aunt where I worked and lived. I was happy that my mom was getting out because I bet she’s been bored sitting around the house. She brought her medical papers for me to read because she doesn’t quite understand English. We talked about things she may encounter during her chemotherapy, which she’s still scared of. I asked if I can take her photo and she covered her neck not wanting me to get her scar.</p>
<p><a class="tt-flickr tt-flickr-Medium" title="My Mom's Battle" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrjakyl/4788618678/"><img class="aligncenter" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4143/4788618678_c1b629fc0d.jpg" alt="My Mom's Battle" width="500" height="333" /></a></p>
<p>I finally convinced her, telling her that it’s just a mark to remind us of the battles we are fighting or fought in our lives and how we come to overcome / deal with them.</p>
<p>The scar is how they found the cancer. She had a large throat cyst that had to be surgically removed. Once it was removed, the doctor did some test on it and found cells that was cancerous. Then it started from there.</p>
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<div>My mom showed me the drugs she’s currently taking to help ease her situation. She’s also receiving charm/blessings bracelets from monks and other people to help do away with the cancer.</div>
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<div>It’s been hard on all of us, but I can’t imagine what it’s like for my dad. He’s been on work disability for the last two years and now my mom is not working. However, he’s not the person to dwell on it. He escaped Laos’s political prison dodging bullets, sneaking and swimming across the border to Thailand. There, he met my mom at a refugee camp. My parents came to this country with just a grocery bag of clothes. Today, he waits like me and my little brother, Lexus, for any news on my mom’s situation. I’m happy that he’s with her and being there for her, especially for 26 years.</div>
<div><a class="tt-flickr tt-flickr-Medium" title="My Mom's Battle" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrjakyl/4787976209/"><img class="aligncenter" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4081/4787976209_28b9e1e714.jpg" alt="My Mom's Battle" width="500" height="166" /></a></div>
<div>My mom thinks a lot about her cancer. She calls me quite often and we talk about it. It’s hard for us because we been through a lot with our family, but like my friends tell me, you just got to stay strong and keep your spirits high. It’s also helps that my aunt from Paris came to help us. She’s a retired nurse who also left Laos during the regime change. She’s great and she’s done for so much for my family I can’t imagine how to repay her back (She also went to Laos to see me become a monk). She was excited to see Atlanta and REALLY excited when I showed her the real torches from the Olympic games at work. She’s a fan. She on the right getting a picture of the Buckhead skyline from my dad.</div>
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<div>Sometimes we tend to dwell on how things will affect us negative wise but like ying and yang there are positives. It’s the moments that we joke around with each other. The moments where you go home and see the biggest smile on their face just because they’re happy to see you. Lately my mom has been eating better and spending more time with us than she has, especially with my aunt. She even has a small garden that her and my dad made together. It’s also great reaching out to people who battled it and shared their experiences. It’s teaching/helping me a lot about life. We don’t know how it’s going to turn out. All we wish, is for our friend, cousin, sister, wife, and mom to get better…</div>
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		<title>Wisdom &#8211; Mark Twain</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 17 Jan 2010 21:11:06 +0000</pubDate>
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&#8220;Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn&#8217;t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.&#8221; &#8211; Mark Twain
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<p style="text-align: left;">&#8220;Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn&#8217;t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.&#8221; &#8211; Mark Twain</p>
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		<title>Wisdom &#8211; John Cassavetes</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Dec 2009 04:13:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>MrJakyl</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;you have to fight every day to stop censoring yourself. and you never have anyone else to blame when you do. what happens to artists is that it&#8217;s not that somebody&#8217;s standing in their way, it&#8217;s that their own selves are standing in their way. the compromise really isn&#8217;t how or what you do, the [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-203" title="john-cassavetes.1253016578" src="http://www.mrjakylworks.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/john-cassavetes.1253016578.jpg" alt="john-cassavetes.1253016578" width="400" height="276" />&#8220;you have to fight every day to stop censoring yourself. and you never have anyone else to blame when you do. what happens to artists is that it&#8217;s not that somebody&#8217;s standing in their way, it&#8217;s that their own selves are standing in their way. the compromise really isn&#8217;t how or what you do, the techniques you use, or even the content, but really the compromise is beginning to feel a lack of confidence in your innermost thoughts. and if you don&#8217;t put these innermost thoughts on the screen then you are looking down on not only your audience but the people you work with, and that&#8217;s what makes so many people working out there unhappy. these innermost thoughts become less and less a part of you and once you lose them then you don&#8217;t have anything else. so many people have so much to say and there are so many really worthwhile things to say that it seems impossible that we could cut ourselves off from this whole avenue of enormous excitement.&#8221;</p>
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		<title>Wisdom &#8211; Nick Knight</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Nov 2009 03:04:03 +0000</pubDate>
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The visual arts are about communication. If I was talking about my work, I wouldn&#8217;t purposefully try and be obscure, I would do my best to be eloquent and communicate properly. When I&#8217;m creating a piece of work, it&#8217;s the same thing. I don&#8217;t like that removal from the audience of a piece of work; [...]]]></description>
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<p>The visual arts are about communication. If I was talking about my work, I wouldn&#8217;t purposefully try and be obscure, I would do my best to be eloquent and communicate properly. When I&#8217;m creating a piece of work, it&#8217;s the same thing. I don&#8217;t like that removal from the audience of a piece of work; the artist who created it isn&#8217;t in touch with his audience anymore and the audience are trying to figure out what the fuck it&#8217;s about, and it&#8217;s still put onto a pedestal in that triumphant kind of way. I hate that kind of arrogance. What I enjoy doing is communicating with an audience and letting that audience communicate with me.</p>
<p>With the advent of the internet over the last ten years or so, being able to be in touch with your audience has become a much more real part of creating a piece of work. I can take a picture on my mobile phone and have it published globally within five seconds, without anybody saying &#8216;Well, it&#8217;s OK but it&#8217;s not going to make any money.&#8217; Before, there were all these systems set up, be it contemporary art galleries, record companies, film companies, magazines, whatever, all set up in a way that work could be only be justified if someone was making money out of it. It&#8217;s not necessarily about the merit of the work whether you could make 1/2 million Euros out of it and it therefore being worth showing. What the internet has done is taken all of that away, so if a piece of work is good then people will at it, and if it&#8217;s not good then they won&#8217;t. I like that democratization.</p>
<p>-Nick Knight</p>
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