When Carly Clarke was diagnosed with cancer in 2012, she set out to photograph how she changed during what could have been the last days of her life. Seven years on, by cruel coincidence, she is at her brother’s side, photographing him going through the same ordeal.”I have my own hair on my hands, on my clothes and down in the bath below me. As I wash, then brush, more continues to fall out.”In the mirror I can see my appearance change, strand-by-strand.”Carly Clarke is reliving her experience as a cancer patient, showing me one of the many self-portraits she took during six painful months of treatment.Eventually, she would ask her dad to shave the last hairs from her head. She was just 26.”I used to have a lot of hair. Now I look like a cancer patient,” she notes.Six months before these photographs were taken, Carly had been living out a dream in Canada – shooting a final-year university photography project in Vancouver’s poverty-stricken downtown eastside.She had been sick for months, with a violent cough, appetite loss and pain in her chest and back. Doctors had diagnosed her with illnesses ranging from pneumonia to asthma and warned her she… Read full this story
- Reality TV - How Low Can It Go?
- I Get Invited To Lunch From Time To Time - By Different People
- ‘Three’s Company’ actor Richard Kline recalls befriending John Ritter: ‘He was just the all-American boy’
- U.S. Laparoscopic Devices Market Expected to Touch $2.8 billion by the End of 2009
- This Cellphone Casualty Sends Us a Warning!
- Your Mirror Has Only One Reflection
- Why Laughter Is Good For You
Me, my camera, my brother... our cancer have 286 words, post on www.bbc.co.uk at December 15, 2019. This is cached page on Europe Breaking News. If you want remove this page, please contact us.