Tim thought he had cancer. I painted him during the three months it took our rural health care system to schedule his biopsy. He waited in fear that the lymphoma was aggressively spreading from his neck. My approach suggests both his potential necrotic creep and his inner will to patiently bear his pain. Tim didn’t have cancer, and I painted that too. His brow is polished like dipped sterling. The painting evolved over many months. Its layered surface is a record of our process.