I am writing an article for the Ensign. My audience is adults and older teenagers. My message is about simple ways to be a true friend to someone who is in need. I write about the time my teenage son was in the hospital fighting cancer. I tell about the young woman who came to visit both him and me and the different ways she supported us through our trials. Often, we feel we are inadequate to give meaningful service in difficult situations as these. This story shows how a teenager did simple acts of service that made a huge difference in our lives.
Update: March 26, 2016
My message is that being a friend is made up of doing simple things that can make a difference in someone’s life. When we serve others, we are only serving God. My audience is teenagers and adults. Making the sketch a few weeks ago was really helpful in getting to my final spread. I started with one that I liked best, then tweaked it to make it look better. It changed considerably. It was a challenge to learn how to work InDesign. I have had great help from Sister Larson and Brent Fisher. The shape map was also fun to make. But the best part was watching all the photographs and text come together to form an artistic design. I like trying out different things when I am creating to see which hue or shade looks best. I feel the final project is greater than the individual parts.
Font: Title: You’reInvited /Decorative and Arial/sans serif. Body Copy: Arial/sans serif and Vijaya/serif)(very similar font to You’reInvited) used for the Quotes
Shelley Guthrie Tiffany Because of the spacing to show your image of the wave, the text feels very spaced apart. It was hard to know where to begin reading on the second page. I think you should bring it back together and just let the wave in the background come through behind. This is a very touching story. I’m sorry for your loss.
Shelley Guthrie Tiffany My issue was whether to start at the bottom left column or the top middle.
Dee Selph Wightman Nancy this looks great. I love how you used the whole photo in the background. You may want to lighten the scripture text box color.
Wayne Wells Thanks, Dee. I decided to make the text box colorless and just have the colored stroke around it. It’s easier to read that way. I also made the stroke 2 pt. rather than the 3 pt. it is in this draft. Thanks for your critique! Nancy
Margery Bailey Sabolsky Okay I pulled myself together and now I’m not crying. I very much like your second try. Well done. I like how the top right steps down like the bottom right steps down. As a mother to four, please know I’m very sorry for your loss.
Michala Wawro Beautiful coloring! And I love your background images. I would maybe make your title bigger so it’s what you really notice on that first page. Great job!
What I Did: Shelley Tiffany gave me a great critique which really helped me with my final product. I moved my text boxes so they were closer together and easier to read. I had already changed the text box to no color. Dee suggested lightening it. Michala Wawro suggested making the title larger, which I did.
Color Scheme: Monochromatic – Blue
Teen in hospital bed with chemo in focus
Large blue wave
Two women chatting
Dewey He Lives small (good quality)
Text: Ye Have Done It Unto Me
It was the day before Thanksgiving. I was in a sterile ICU room with my 17-year-old son, Bill, who had been diagnosed with leukemia five weeks earlier. While his immune system was down from the first round of chemo, a life-threatening fungal infection attacked his body. It came in waves as individual organs began to suffer. Then, just the day before, the doctors had told us they had one last medicine available to treat the fungus. If it failed, there was nothing more they could do. In his weakened condition, Bill could no longer move or talk. His only form of communication was blinking. I sat at his bedside hoping and praying that my son’s life would be spared.
Suddenly, the door opened and a young woman entered. I recognized her as a friend of Bill’s from a couple of years earlier. Joscelyn had learned of his illness the day before in Seminary. I shared with her his latest struggles. She approached his bed and asked Bill if he remembered her. His eyes flashed with blinks! The blips on the monitor revealed his heart also recognized her. Her care for him was evident as she spoke soothingly to him and caressed his cheek. She visited for several minutes then left.
On Thanksgiving, Joscelyn returned. Bill had significantly improved; he could move his arms and legs a little and nod his head. Joscelyn cheered his every movement. I could tell Bill was pleased, and I was encouraged by his progress. Yet on Sunday, his spleen died. He was rushed into emergency surgery. Joscelyn waited with us the five long hours he was in surgery. Her positive attitude and hope were calming. Miraculously, Bill pulled through.
Joscelyn began dropping by almost daily. I eagerly anticipated her visits. My lonely hours in the hospital were replaced by amusing stories from her childhood. We laughed together. On difficult days, she comforted me. She shared with me her goal to become a nurse after her early graduation in December.
On Bill’s birthday, Joscelyn delivered get-well cards from her Seminary class to tack onto his walls. She also brought posters and markers. Together we designed colorful birthday signs to brighten his room. He was still sedated from his recent surgery, but through Joscelyn’s creativity, we celebrated his milestone into adulthood nonetheless.
Bill began to improve after the surgery. Over the next two weeks, the doctors began to speak of moving him back to the oncology floor. He still had some ups and downs, but things were looking up. Then, just when it appeared we had smooth sailing, a giant wave hit. My husband had gone home one evening to be with our other children. Joscelyn and I were chatting, when Bill unexpectedly began vomiting blood. The doctors indicated this was a serious turn. Joscelyn didn’t go home, but stayed at the hospital with me the entire night.
Bill’s final day came four days later. Although it was Joscelyn’s last day of high school, she raced to the hospital to offer her support. She selflessly took our younger girls for needed walks, allowing my husband and me some extra, cherished moments with our son. Her hugs that day reached deep into my soul. At one point, she kissed Bill on the cheek, and whispered in his ear. My heart was touched as, once again, the monitor indicated his heart felt her love. There are no words to express the gratitude I feel for Joscelyn’s love and support. When I was at my lowest, she came to that awful place and buoyed me up.
37 Then shall the righteous answer him, saying, Lord, when saw we thee sick, and visited thee? …
40 And the King shall answer and say unto them… Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these … ye have done it unto me.
(Matthew 25: 37, 40)