Week 3 – Updates and thank you

Week 3 –  Updates and thank you

Sunday, August 4, 2013

THANK YOU to all those who helped this week in all the ways you know you did. From thoughts to emails, text messages to sitting in chemo with me last Tuesday, thank you.  I so appreciate the love and support. Thank you to those who donated financially through this blog.  I cried as each donation came in and am deeply touched.

MEDICAL:   The week was full of both overwhelming fatigue and gratitude for what and whom I have in my life.  Today is 5 days since chemo and only now able to finally stay awake and keep some focus.  I think there is more that can be done for the nausea.  The pain is not bad at all.  The real problem is not being able to keep my eyes open.

MORE THANK YOU: Thanks to my mom, Helen, for coming from Milton-Freewater, OR, to stay with me, organize the myriad of medications, cook my food and keep me company through the hard time.  Thanks to my birth mother, Pat, and siblings for the visits, food and for installing a new A/C unit in the bedroom as the weather approaches 90 degrees again.  My brother, Dean, along with my old friend from my music days, Stacy Hall, who did the work and made it all right.  Nice to have more of my music life come back today when Tim Ellis played guitar during a mass held in my honor through my Portland Executives friends, Scott Pillsbury and Sherrill Corbett Madeleine Church.  Thanks to all my good PX friends who joined me this morning.  Thanks for those who dropped off fresh Sauvie Island peaches, the great soup and salads –  You know who you are.  I love you dearly.

FOOD:  Groceries and some meals seem to be my main need right now.  Thank you to Pasha Gross, my friend of over 20 years, for offering to create an online Google calendar where you can schedule to assist with a bag of specific groceries or meals.  She will help organize a “soup wheel,” as I don’t feel like cooking and shopping right now.  I have such a specialized diet right now, I know it’s hard to know what to bring.  I think this will help.

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Week 0 – Finding Beauty Shoot: “Before” Nudes by Lloyd Lemmerman

Week 0, “Before Nudes” by Photographer Lloyd Lemmermann

Sunday, July 14, 2013

Lloyd Lemmermann http://www.lloydlemmermann.com/ is always my first choice as a photo assistant on commercial shoots.  A fabulous creative photographer on his own, his easy-going personality and technical ability always make me want to work and create with him.  Lloyd didn’t hesitate when I asked him to photograph me for the “Finding Beauty – in cancer” project as a before session.  He took his time to make me feel 100% comfortable and beautiful in my own skin.   Whereas I probably would have edited the flaws and bumps for a client I wanted Lloyd to leave them for me to remember my body as it was.  I’ve enjoyed every session I’ve ever shot with Lloyd and being on the other side of the camera from him this time only made me appreciate his heart, talent and empathy that much more.  Thank you, Lloyd.

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Week 3 – Hair Hair Everywhere

Week 3 – August 2nd after 2nd chemo treatment.

Hair, Hair, Everywhere!

Even my cat is impressed.

It comes out as I run my fingers through it, on my pillow, in the shower…  Don’t touch.  The hairspray will only hold it together for so long.  The time is coming to be bald!  We’ll see if that means bald and beautiful or just bald.  I tried on the wigs and scarves people have lent me this morning.  7 versions of myself.  I’m must curious about the bald one I have yet to see.  I suppose that any shade of red lipstick will work then.

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Week 1- Poem 1 by Ken Arnold

Week 1- Poem 1 by Ken Arnold

July 30, 2013

Wow, I cried when my good friend and poet, Ken Arnold, sent me this poem today.  He was inspired by the “Finding Beauty in Cancer” project to write what may become a collection of poetry.  I can think of nothing more personally rewarding than to see my creative friends take this project and run with it in their own way!    Ken and I originally met when he selected one of my travel photos from Greece as the cover photo for his book about his journey with prostate cancer, Circle of the Way.   I also created his author photo as well as photographed several of the authors under his publishing company.  In the process we become good friends.  Ken is a deeply spiritual man, a retired minister,  and we have had more than many amazing conversations about life, love and cancer over the years.  We both went through divorces around the same time and then Ken’s cancer relapse where I promised to be there with the Tibetan book of Living and Dying if need be.   His girlfriend’s was diagnosed with breast cancer treatment recently as well.  Now it’s my turn.  Amazing how life really does bring the right people into your life at the right time.

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Kimberli,

I wrote this poem, which is the first of what I imagine will be a series of poems, in response to Finding Beauty in Cancer.

with love

ken

 

Finding Beauty in Kimberli

1

The body is the proper

home for cancer. It covets

beauty, our

 

improbable perfection,

misunderstanding

we are only light

 

and empty spaces,

like the universe itself,

seductively spread

 

before us on a summer

night, the stars so

close and glittering,

 

the nebula like plates

of tomatoes in oil,

the planets in their

 

rounds: it’s all for us,

this fabulous array

that like our cancers

 

multiplies outrageously

because we’re beautiful,

because we live.

 

Oh, look! She’s nude,

sing the stars, Oh, look!

She’s nude, mourns the night.

Ken Arnold

read a new poem every Monday at

www.kenarnoldwriter.com

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Week 2 – Finding Beauty Shoot: 4 haircut extravaganza!

July 25th, 9 days after 1st chemo treatment.

Finding Beauty -in cancer. Fabulous hair cut photo shoot! Let the recreation begin! Thank you to: Photography Michael Schoenholtzhttp://schoenholtzphotography.com/, Videography Lloyd Lemmermannhttp://www.lloydlemmermann.com/, Hair stylist Tamara Hansen of Oranjstudio www.oranjstudio.com Make up artistry by Kirstie Rall /Wrighthttp://kwmakeupartist.com/ Thank you for orange dress from YO VINTAGE!

This was simply an amazing night for me. Thank you to all the creatives and family that came together that night.  What could have been a really traumatic experience, of cutting off my hair before it all falls out the following week, became a joyful, beautiful evening celebrating and laughing with my friends.  I’m 5 days past this now, today is my next chemo treatment, and as predicted my pixie is beginning to fall out.  I cry and laugh as it comes away in my hands.  This is the part that scares me and it’s starting to happen now.  I hope I am able to experience it as an experience without adding too much to what it means about me or how the next few months will go.  I’m scared but hopeful and having the project helps me refocus my thoughts toward creation and fun.

Week 2 – Self Portrait

This is from the week after the 1st Chemo treatment on July 25th.  This is right before the big haircut shoot.  Each week I’ll photograph myself from the waist up to document the progression of treatment on my body.  Just however I look.  I forgot to take my jewelry off this week.  Red lipstick in honor of my grandmother, girlfriends and beauty.  Note the bandaid from the port placement surgery the previous week.  At the time of the photo I’m about 9 days out from the 1st treatment and feeling pretty good aside from a bit of nausea and fatigue. I’m able to stay up past 8pm and this night was pure magic with the haircut photo shoot and family in the studio.

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Week 1 – Self Portrait

Each week I’ll do a self portrait showing exactly how my body looks with nothing aside from red lipstick in honor of my grandmother, girlfriends and beauty.  This is from the first week I started chemo, including the port placement surgery the day prior.  I’m likely just coming off of being high as a kite on Valium which was controlling the pain here.  I felt nausea, fatigue, bone and port placement surgery pain on this day.  The beauty of the day was simply going into my photography studio for an hour.  I love my studio and the fellow creatives in the Towne Storage Building.

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Week 0, Finding Beauty Shoot: “Before Nudes” by Photographers Joni Kabana and Bill Purcell

 

Week 0, “Before Nudes” by Photographers Joni Kabana and Bill Purcell

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Photography by Joni Kabana, http://jonikabana.com/ Photography of photographer Joni Kabana by Bill Purcell http://www.billpurcellphotography.com/, Hair by Tamara Dayton of Oranjstudio www.oranjstudio.com Make up artistry by Terresa Clark.  Alimapure.com

One of my favorite human beings is my friend, mentor and photographer Joni Kabana.  Joni has the hub of creative people, projects and energy, and my world in this arena often overlaps with her.  I feel lucky beyond words to have met her nearly 8 years ago when I left my career at The Art Institute of Portland to go back out on my own as a creative.  At the time I was torn between photography and painting and looking for studio space to sublet and explore.  Joni encouraged me to move into her small studio and really dive into photography.  She gave me the push and support I needed to launch a new business by sharing with me how she had done it just two years prior.  I’m not sure I would be a professional now without that crucial intersection of colliding with her powerfully loving force.

When I asked Joni to photograph me for the “Before” images for the “Finding Beauty –in cancer” project she immediately said yes.  The problem was finding an hour in her incredibly busy schedule to make that happen prior to my starting chemotherapy on July 15.  In her usual engaging fashion, Joni was able to incorporate me into a huge 2-day fashion shoot she was doing with a studio full of designers and artists.  She rallied them around my project and both the hair stylist and make up artist volunteered to add me to the shoot on their own time.  I got to sit and watch Joni work her fashion magic with the young gorgeous models then step into the lights myself.  Our friend, Bill Purcell, was assisting her that day and when I handed him my Canon 5D and asked him to photograph Joni photographing me he didn’t hesitate.  I forgot he shoots Nikon and everything would be completely backwards for him.  I also forgot that he would have no light and this was a very complicated task.  I expected a couple snapshots and instead I got back some amazingly creative images like the ones where he framed me through the triangle of Joni’s arm.  The entire experience of being photographed naked, my first time, was very liberating.  I had never considered doing a shoot like this before, no less putting them out there in the world.  However, along with the diagnosis of cancer, I felt a need to document my body.  How it looks now and has looked for the past few years and the process of change it will go through now with chemotherapy, surgery, reconstruction and radiation.  It’s suddenly important to remember what I’ve always taken for granted.  I’m no longer shy.  My body is no longer something only I or an intimate partner sees.  Many many doctors have looked at my breasts now.  Many more will.  They will look, touch, poison, remove, rebuild and radiate them now.  The body I have will no longer be the same very soon.  Bionic, perhaps!  Better, maybe.  Not the same however and I somehow need to watch and show the transition as I’ve never witnessed it in another woman.

I feel exhausted, beautiful, privileged and indulged by the end.  Joni cries at some point during the shoot.  Walks straight up to me and lays her hands on my breasts.  It seems the most natural thing in the world to do.  Not sexual, but an acknowledgement that there they are, a part of me that will transition.  She cries and then I cry and then we continue the shoot.   I’m very grateful for these images by her.  Thank you Joni Kabana and Bill Purcell.

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Photographer Joni Kabana above

Photographer Bill Purcell below

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Week 0 – Self Portrait

Week 0 – Self Portrait

Each week through the project I will post a raw self portrait regardless of how I feel.  Just however I actually look each week.  With or without hair, breasts.  No makeup except for red lipstick in honor of my grandmother, girlfriends and beauty.  I hope to show the transition of my body as well as the contract between the canvas and the recreation which will happen every other week in collaboration with other creatives.

This is where it all begins.

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Week 0 – 24-Hour Rendezvous

Week 0 –  24-Hour Rendezvous

It’s the 4th of July.  Life is both more beautiful and terrifying than before. Two weeks ago today I was diagnosed with breast cancer.  Three hours before that I met the man of my dreams.  It’s nearly 100 degrees outside and I’m sitting on the lawn at the Waterfront Blues Festival in downtown Portland thinking about all of it.  I laugh, cry, sing, drink wine…  When I heard the words cancer, over the phone from my doctor, I thought of how satisfied I was with my life; my adult step-sons, family, friends, the places I’ve traveled, the way I’ve lived full out.  Then I cried.  I cried thinking I may miss the possibile “future” with this amazing man.  I know, a strange thing to cry over considering we just met and I have had a life full of love already, but I did.

We sit in the tall grasses at the Oregon coast.  Mid-July now in jeans, sweatshirt and scarf.  A 24-hour get away to escape and yet be present.  We flew here in his plane via Packard, Washington, where we stopped near the glacial river for lunch.  He whisked me away because he could and I wanted to be.  The gorgeous Cascade Range, we can see 5 mountains. The devastated side of Mt. St. Helens is just 10 miles from our flight path.  We talk of the day she blew 30 years ago.  We were both in 4th grade, but my world went dark that day, while his on the east coast was unaffected.  I wonder how connected we are right now, if the affects of this new volcano will be the same.  I try to stop thinking about the future and be in the moment.  The moment is where we’ve lived this last month or so.  It’s been an extraordinary way to get to know someone.  I’m grateful and wonderfully distracted.  I’m thankful to have this strong, handsome, 6’3” man to laugh with and spend hours in the arms of.

My long red locks blow across my face and into Archer’s.  My metallic red toenails peek up through the warm sand.  The miniature sand dunes, just 2 feet high, reflect and absorb the late afternoon light.  We imagine them from a new perspective.  The entire Sahara right here as the grains of sand are lifted from the top of the ridge and carried on the air to rise and fall into constantly changing shapes.  Sand, the sum of tiny grains, each having bared witness to the circle of life from volcanic eruption to the journey through rivers, seas and the ultimate simplicity of breakdown.  The wind aligns each piece into a whole of a dune at the angle of repose.  We run our fingers along the bottom and watch as the sand collapses into small waterfalls running upward.  Perhaps Mt St. Helens collapsed like this as well.  We try to find the perfect starting point where the fall will reach all the way to the top and not stop short.  I do a little happy dance when it does and we walk away laughing.

I take out my notebook the next morning and write about the Finding Beauty project.  Boxes of nothingness, some with the words “Empty” then next to them “Recreate, Choose, Possibility” then “extend time in the spaces between.”

He takes my camera and asks if he can photograph me nude in the private forest where we’ve parked the plane and stop to have our lunch.  The ocean surf rises and falls in the distance.  I step out of my clothes and he moves me into the dappled light, then lays me back on a hill of bright green moss.  He puts his hand behind my head and spreads my red hair out against the contrasting color, which he also sees with the same artist’s eye I do.  He photographs my breasts and tells me to move my face until I feel the sun, then he exclaims how beautiful the light crossing through my iris looks.  He helps me up and puts pieces of moss into my hair.  He poses my body like the snapshot of a sculpture from the art museum he sent to me as a text the week before.  He rotates me slowly to find the right light, composition, moment.  I am the art and not the artist now.  A few minutes before I received a call from the doctor.  The bone scan shows two suspicious areas in my right arm and the MRI shows a possible second tumor.  I need to come back for more testing.  I ask all the questions I can think to then hang up the phone.  He stands in front of me and lifts my arms around him.  I shake before the tears come and he supports my weight.  I see his wet eyes as we move apart and he takes my camera.

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