On July 14, 1992 I blacked out while driving my car. I regained consciousness as the car climbed the toll booth, stood on end and landed upside down. I began photographing myself as soon as I got out of the hospital’s trauma center. It was my 53rd birthday. I realized how lucky I was.

A week later a lump was found in my breast.

It was cancer. 

Sharing the shock of the car accident and the cancer with my mother, husband, and two daughters, I continued to photograph myself and my family, not knowing where the path would lead. 

This series is about my life informed by death.