first christmas in my new home. i decided my tree needed to be super extra this year and i covered it with hundreds of artificial flowers. happy holidays! xo
My mother is a whole lot of things - she is kind, she is brave, she is beautiful, she is selfless - she runs marathons, she can grow just about anything in her garden, she knows about every bird in the sky and every phase of the moon, and there's never been a single sunset wasted on her. She beams with joy, and it is contagious. You'd hardly know she is living with an invisible disease.
That disease is PBC, or Primary Biliary Cholangitis, a fairly rare autoimmune disease of the liver. Toward the end of summer, I had an opportunity to work on a project documenting the lives of women with PBC. This project is called LiveHer, which combines “liver” and “her” because PBC is a liver disease that primarily affects women.
LiveHer is extra personal for me because my mother was diagnosed with PBC in 2011. Before I set out to shoot it, I was aware of what it meant to live with PBC, but only what I saw through my mother, and she seems pretty healthy. Throughout this project, I ended up learning more about my mom – who has some fears about PBC beyond what I’d realized – and about two other super special women navigating their own journeys with this disease.
Read on for my reflections on my shoots with each of these women, and definitely check out www.Facebook.com/LiveHerPBC to see their stories and the full collection of photographs.
TEXAS/Debbie (to me, she’s mom)
My mom, Debbie, lives outside of Austin, Texas on 20 acres. She has sprawling gardens, fruit trees, a pond, a great big tractor, and her dream house with a wrap porch that provides a perfect view of the endless big-skied sunsets. The birds sit along the telephone pole wires along the half-mile of driveway and she says that they wait for her to get home from work and follow her over to the house. The whole slice of land feels like it was brought to life by her.
When my mom was diagnosed with PBC, I remember her telling us over and over that she would be FINE. That's her way of making sure no one worries about her (she wants to be the one worrying about everyone else). She was diagnosed with stage 3 cirrhosis of her liver (and just a note that PBC is NOT linked to excess alcohol consumption, though the word ‘cirrhosis’ can confuse people about that). When you get to stage 4, it's often time to start looking into transplant options, and hearing that made it feel pretty scary. Luckily, the treatment regimen she's on now has stabilized her liver enzymes and allows her to live an almost completely normal life. Recently my mom has started going to conferences to meet other women living with PBC, which has given her more courage to open up about her experience and a fresh perspective on her own situation.
I am grateful for the days I spent in Texas with my mother for this project. Aside from the four magical sunsets in a row that we sat and watched together, I walked away with a greater understanding of her life with PBC. Liver disease doesn’t define her – my mom is so much more than that.
Brandi lives outside of Springfield on 17 acres, in a home that she and her husband built with their own two hands (or four, I suppose is more accurate). After seeing the house, I was impressed to say the least. What also amazed me about Brandi is that she spends her days helping victims of violent and sexual crime, which shows her passion for helping others in the most difficult and unimaginable situations. Brandi was diagnosed with PBC in 2016 at the young age of 34. Most women with PBC get diagnosed in their 50's, so Brandi is relatively young to be diagnosed with PBC.
Like my mom, you wouldn't know that Brandi is living with a serious liver disease. She is kind, quiet and measured, although once you spend a little time with her, she starts to feel like someone you've known forever. Thankfully Brandi’s early diagnosis has allowed her the opportunity to adjust her life and find out what works best for her.
Brandi's grandmother also had PBC. Her grandmother had a liver transplant at the age of 60 and went on to live a long life, though she sadly passed away before Brandi was diagnosed. Brandi and her husband actually still have the tractor that her grandfather rigged up to give her grandmother a ride from the driveway right up to the house after her transplant surgery. Before shooting this project, I was not aware that PBC could sometimes run in families. This knowledge has given me motivation to talk to my own doctor about my liver health. The exact cause of PBC is unknown, though I’ve learned that routine liver blood tests are a common way people are diagnosed. One of the reasons I wanted to take part in this project was simply to bring awareness to this disease. If more women know about PBC, maybe it will come up in more conversations with their doctors and they can be screened.
THE DOMINICAN REPUBLIC/Bel
Bel has this kind of magical energy about her that draws you in and allows you to share in her excitement for life. She has PBC, but she’s so much more than that. She is fighting for her life. Not only is Bel a single mom, she is a professor during the school year, and lectures on cruise ships in the summer. In her downtime, she spends time with her family in the Dominican Republic, where she grew up. She lives in Santiago and just outside of the city, her family has an amazing coffee farm that grows way more than coffee – the most gorgeous fruits, vegetables and other plants that you can imagine. It was truly amazing to explore both the city and the farm with Bel. While Bel’s health is precarious, she lit up showing us all the places, things and people that she held so dear.
It was difficult for Bel to get a proper diagnosis and the state of her liver now is dire. During our shoot, she explained that she has been on the liver transplant list for years without any luck. Note – if you are not currently listed as an organ donor, please consider being one, you could give someone the rest of their life back. Bel is so clearly loved by so many people, and I hope she finds an organ donor soon!
But in the meantime, Bel’s day-to-day life is not without many challenges, both emotionally and physically – with symptoms such as itching (pruritus) and fatigue. I remember her telling me that the pain of the itch was so deep that she wished she could “bleed out all of the dirty blood”. It was really hard to watch her sit in a chair and use a fork and an old plastic door mat to scratch her feet to alleviate the constant pain. It was emotional for me to see someone who is so full of life, who is just trying to live, and struggles daily, not knowing what her future holds.
This trip was extremely beautiful, difficult, humbling and enlightening. The picturesque Dominican jungles juxtaposed against the somewhat chaotic city seem to be a metaphor for Bel and her suffering.
I am so humbled to have been a part of this project and grateful to have spent time with these beautiful, courageous women.
Again, please check out www.Facebook.com/LiveHerPBC to see the collection of photographs, I hope you enjoy.
my newly completed house is starting to feel like a home. i will post a full home tour when it feels a bit more finished. meanwhile, here is a beautiful excerpt from the joan didion documentary (which is incredible) where she is speaking about john wayne:
my nashville house is finally finished. after so long, i am so grateful to finally be able to just exist here.
still waters on old hickory lake
yesterday i got my grandmother's stamp collection. here is a small portion from an envelope with "all over the earth. world wide" hand-typed on the front.
on a saturday.
back in march i decided to start the search to purchase my first home ever. it'd take a novel to explain why i chose nashville, but it boils down to nashville choosing me. i'm not rich, and i'm not looking to buy the biggest, nicest house. i'm just looking for a place to call my own- but more importantly, i'm looking for a place that has some extra room to fill with friends, travelers & love.
house hunting can be exhausting and full of disappointment... and trust me, i've had my fair share of heartache. this search has forced me to look inward for patience and peace in the things outside of my control. it's also forced me to be in one place and travel less while i search. all things i didn't know i needed.
i took this photo in the driveway of a house i really love, want, and feel connected to. a house that has a story longer than this caption will allow. it's a story full of strange coincidences and if you follow my snaps, you've seen me talking about it since july. it's been sitting empty and half demo-ed for years. it's not listed for sale and it took me months of phone calls, letters, messages and borderline stalking to find the owner, get her on the phone, and eventually meet. (she's a rad and inspiring gal, btw). it's taken a month to get a bid done with my kind contractor for renovations on a house i don't even own. it's scary to be vulnerable and put your heart into something you can't know will work out. but there are so many life lessons in that!
i'll find out in a FEW DAYS if this house is in the cards for me. it's been a long shot since the start and there's a huge chance it won't work out. i can't say i won't be disappointed; i would be crushed. but the lessons this house has taught me have been invaluable. it's scary to take risks, and put yourself out there and sometimes the hardest thing to do is just to try. but i'm trying and i'm hoping and i'm wishing, because i don't want to live in a world where it's not ok to dream. so i'd love if you guys could send some hope my way too. if it doesn't work out, i'll be ok. but either way, i wanted to share a little bit of what's going on in my world and heart.
on a saturday.
an ongoing series. 2015- present.
dog naps /