When I was given the opportunity to freely photograph a cancer patient. I started a very personal 17-month journey. The victim was my mother. She was an educator. We were neighbors and best friends.

Some friends, family and medical personnel did not support my project, however the cancer patient wanted me to document.

As a first-born child, I wrote simple thoughts at the end of a day. The captions are taken from my diary writings.

Cancer is bad, it spreads and it destroys more than it’s diseased victims. My photographs and thoughts tell about one person’s life while dying. They document a mirror of fear and concern over cancer within a family unit. These photographs record a private passage and offer a public record of this struggle.


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