When I had my surgery to remove the grapefruit-sized tumor that had engulfed my ovaries, I was not in the oncology ward. I was in the maternity ward. This was very encouraging, to be in a place where life was beginning, not ending. I’ve never been much of a kid magnet and don’t even consider myself particularly maternal. Yet being around the energy of children has been a factor that has probably, on one level, saved my life.
When we did this photo shoot, I wanted the kids there. I wanted to normalize my baldness and show it was still me. I wanted to go natural, and then glam it up and play. With the kids there and my sister watching and my dear friend shooting the photos – even in a phase of my life where I looked sick and felt frightened, I could be good-looking and playful. I’d sum up this shoot in a word: cheMOTHERapy.