Nancy’s original drawing:
(The lighter lines and “freckles” are bleed through from the previous page. There are 4 pen strokes in this drawing.)


my recreation in stitch:


Three days ago, Nancy was at the dentist, and when the burr being used on her teeth went missing, she was whisked to the ER for x-rays to determine if she’d swallowed it. Nothing showed up, and last we heard, she was back home enjoying hamburgers for supper. Such is the way of our Nancy who can’t tell you in words that something hurts or point to where something is amiss or feeling different in her body. She doesn’t run a fever either, which can make it quite interesting when things go awry physiologically.


She draws, I stitch.
She is my developmentally disabled sister-in-law, Nancy,
and I am Jeanne, the woman who flat-out loves her.
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