Lorayne McGovern

About Me

In late 2017, right after my 61st birthday, I had a life-changing brush with death. 

On my birthday, a small red lump appeared on my shoulder. I thought it was a bug bite. A couple of weeks later, the lump had increased in size, and new tumors were popping up all over. Diagnosed as metastatic melanoma, I was given, at most, just a few months to live. I went into shock. Treatment began immediately with my first infusion of Keytruda, an immunotherapy drug, and then chemo pills.

Less than a week after starting the pills, I had a severe allergic reaction and wound up in the hospital and then 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 help of a walker. Two months after my discharge, a new PET Scan showed no evidence of disease! The deadly melanoma that had invaded my entire body just a couple of months earlier was miraculously gone!

Reevaluating Life

By the Grace of God, I was saved and given a second chance at life. While I recovered, this traumatic life event gave me endless hours to reflect on my life. What was my purpose; why was I saved; why am I still here; what am I supposed to do or accomplish with this new gift of life? Pretty heavy stuff that kept me awake at night for years. I 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 paintbrushes again. Painting during this time of recovery was soothing and therapeutic for me. The horrors of my ordeal and the reoccurring PTSD would fade away while I painted.

A self-taught watercolor artist (with the help of YouTube and two classes 20 years apart), I am still in the process of learning how to master this medium. After a lifetime of being a graphic designer, I am excited about how my new future will look, with renewed goals and dreams.

A nurse navigator once told me, when I was bedridden, to start thinking about my legacy. I thought she was crazy. Her comment did get me thinking about what was my legacy? I hope my art is what it will now be.

Thank you for visiting!

Meet my loves.

Black lab in river


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



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