My surgery is only three months away now. It’s beginning to really sink in, or is it? Do I truly understand what I’ve volunteered myself to do? I find myself clutching my chest more often, feeling for the breast tissue that will soon be sliced up and frozen in a tissue bank. I even had a dream the other night that the doctors found cancer and had to operate immediately, reconstruction had to wait. In my dream, I felt completely unprepared to go under the knife and cried my eyes out. The magnitude of my decision is definitely hitting me. Read more …

Storytelling has always been my passion.  Not just any storytelling, but stories that make a difference and compel people to action.  For a long time I thought journalism would be my calling.  But I never enjoyed writing in school, so I picked up my camera instead.  A picture says a thousand words, they say.  And I dreamed that I could capture the world and tell its stories in such a way that would evoke enough empathy and urgency to change our lives for the better.  I would fight injustice with my camera as my weapon. Read more …