Lorayne McGovern

About Me

In late 2017, right after my 61st birthday I had a life-changing brush with death. I was diagnosed with metastatic melanoma and was given just a few months to live. Then, as if that wasn’t enough to deal with, I had an allergic reaction to a chemo pill and wound up in hospice with Stevens-Johnson Syndrome. (a rare and sometimes deadly reaction to a medication) Fortunately, I walked out of hospice a month later, with the aide of a walker.

This traumatic life event made me reevaluate my life. By the Grace of God I was saved and given a second chance at life. Which opened a whole new can or worms for me! What was my purpose? Why was I saved? What am I suppose to do or accomplish? Why am I still here? Pretty heavy stuff that kept me awake at nights for years wondering what the answers where. I still wonder about these things but now sleep, most nights, through the night without nightmares of my ordeal and the questions of it all.

During the long recovery of my illness, which was emotional, physical and psychological, I suddenly found I had loads of time on my hands. So, I picked up my paint brushes again. Painting during this time of recovery was not only soothing, but also therapeutic for me. I could get lost in the process for a few hours and forget all the horrors of my ordeal.

I’m pretty much a self-taught watercolor artist, with the help of YouTube and one class. This journey of painting is just beginning, and I’m excited about how it will look! I have renewed goals and dreams about my future.

I am beyond grateful for God’s Grace in saving my life! I’m also thankful for the nurse navigator who told me, after I was told numerous time I only have six months to one year to live, that I should start thinking about creating my legacy. I beat those odds and I hope my art is what my legacy is.

Thank you for visiting!

Meet my loves.

Quinn

Quinn

My lovey-dovey, huggy dog. Rescued from the Humane Society, she makes me laugh everyday and brings me much joy!

Gizmo

Gizmo

Also a rescue pet, she loves to tempt Quinn into a game of chase around the house and just tease poor little Boo!

Boo

Boo

My mom’s 4 pound Teacup Yorkie, who I now care for. He runs for cover whenever Quinn and I start playing fetch in the house!