“There’s no cure.”

Nothing might have prepared me for these words.

In 2021, Arty, my 84-year-old husband of 40 years, was diagnosed with amyloidosis — a rare blood symptom in which abnormal protein accumulates on major organs, ultimately compromising them. I was advised that chemotherapy could help to control the disease’s pace. Such hope sustained me as I, just 10 years his junior, braced for this unexpected chapter of our lives.

Until this point, we’d lived a comfortable, retired lifestyle in Atlantic Beach, N.Y. But, seemingly overnight, our golden years weren’t as bright. Arty’s body was weakening, he faced increasingly frequent blood transfusions, and he was at risk of falling. Days were fraught with emergency-room visits and hospital stays.

Fortunately, our two daughters rose up to advocate for their father and kindle his fighting spirit. Erika and Dina are both mothers themselves with six small children between them, but they made the time to help us juggle our new schedule and accompany us to Arty’s appointments.

As his illness consumed much more of my time and energy, feeling drained became my new norm. I wasn’t looking after my own self-care needs; I’d often miss meals, and even leaving the house for 10 minutes to get some air left me racked with guilt.

Concerned, my girls grew adamant which i maintain proper nutrition and laugh as often as possible. And they suggested that I begin painting again.

Creating a Legacy

An artist by nature, I’d picked up my parents’ talents as a young child. My father drew pencil portraits, and my mother taught classical piano. I’d attended Parsons School of Design in Subconsciously, I believe I’d been waiting for permission to pay attention to myself. New York City for painting and drawing classes, but eventually began a career in advertising with encouragement from a friend in the business.

Once Arty and I had started a family, I stayed home using the girls full-time, but I continued to convey myself creatively for pleasure. I decorated in colorful, retro style, graced our rooms using the sounds of Mozart and Bach, and schooled Erika and Dina on our baby grand. I painted large-scale murals on our exterior garage wall and even created a few for friends.

In my later years, my artful side took the form of baking for the grandkids — however these efforts slowed to a halt as Arty’s health problems took priority.

When my daughters recommended which i carve out time to be creative, I welcomed the concept. It seemed like a good way to escape while remaining at home in case Arty needed me. I believe I’d been subconsciously awaiting permission to focus on myself.

I found an ideal perch in our dining room, at an oversize oak table facing doors that opened to our backyard deck. It was early spring, and the view provided abundant light and inspiration. Hydrangea and privet bushes were sprouting leaves, creating a naturally vibrant backdrop against which cream peonies and reddish-pink roses would soon blossom. These were the initial subjects I captured, utilizing a water-based gouache-paint technique. Although it had been a while since I’d put paintbrush to paper, I was pleased to start working again.

The experience would be a therapeutic form of mindfulness. As I painted floral bouquets, a joyfulness came over me, while coastal-themed designs promoted a relaxed within. With each brushstroke, my entire being centered and slowed, right down to my breath. I was able to block out to-do lists, ease worry, and focus on the blank canvas.

During these just about every day painting sessions, I was in charge of what showed up on paper — and consequently, I was in control of my mood. It was an empowering realization. Though Arty’s health grew more unpredictable, I could rely on my creativity to counter the anxiety of disappointing test results, the need to hire home-health aides, and ultimately the choice to begin hospice care at home. I was able to flow through these experiences with more presence of mind and acceptance of what was.

My husband passed away in 2021. It had been a monumental loss for our family, because Arty was bigger than life both in personality and heart. Afterward, I put away my palette and brushes to tend to legal and home affairs, and that i slowly began adjusting to life without him.

The Gift of Creativity

Within months, my girls encouraged me to return to painting. Impressed by my artwork and ability to create beauty during a dispiriting time, they thought I ought to share my gifts with others. Together, we launched DrawingBoardShop on Etsy, where we sell my hand-painted note cards and prints.

To promote our business, we’re active on Instagram and other social-media platforms, which has been unexpectedly rewarding. The positive feedback from your followers has helped me to evolve past grief. My work is resonating with people — and that has given me new purpose and gratification.

Teaming up with my girls has brought us even closer, since we depend on one another more and share the excitement over small and large business gains. Our venture enables us to move forward as a family, with strength, hope, and gratitude.

With my spare time, I wanted to give back to the healthcare system and also to its workers who looked after Arty. So I started volunteering at the local hospital, where he’d spent considerable time. To pass on the gift of creativity as a mindfulness tool, I started offering basic still-life lessons in the lounge area, and many of the patients have found they enjoy painting and drawing. Their pieces of art seem to bring peace to otherwise bleak days, and so i feel it’s time wisely spent.

Looking ahead, I feel blessed to be contributing to a small business and look forward to expanding our offerings and sales. Beyond the bottom line, the products we’re creating really are a legacy of love, family, and the power of creativity. While I miss my husband dearly, I’m proud to possess worked through the hardship of my loss in a way that has been personally healing and helpful to others.

Wendy's Top 3 Success Strategies

1. Cultivate mindfulness, whatever which means for you. Wendy suggests drawing while hearing music, creating a collage, or even finger painting to focus your awareness.

2. Dig deep to find inspiration. Encouragement from her daughters and faith in herself helped Wendy start painting again. “Nature, fond memories, relationships, and art are sources you use to spark creativity,” she says.

3. Give of yourself. The opportunity to be creative was a significant comfort for Wendy after the loss of her husband. “Creativity is a gift,” she says. “Use it to express and heal yourself, and share it with other people.”