Lindsey Best Andrew Youssef
Writing my most recent column was definitely one of the hardest things I've ever done. Bearing the emotional weight of the reactions from the column -- the flood of good wishes, prayers and tearful conversations -- added another ton of emotional weight to my psyche. A sign that things were in overdrive was that I got a warning that my cell phone minutes were exceeded. This is something that never happens.
It quickly became apparent that I needed to photograph a show to regain some normalcy in my crazy life. While I'm in palliative care, it doesn't mean I'm incapable of functioning and completing normal tasks. Luckily, I had the opportunity to photograph the opening night of Depeche Mode at the Staples Center for the Weekly. My strength is definitely not where it should be but with the help of my brother who drove and helped carried my camera bag, I successfully accomplished my mission.
I strategically medicated myself with Ritalin, which is used in cancer patients to keep them awake and alert, or I would have just slept in bed for 14 hours. I also took Zofran to prevent nausea as I've unfortunately developed a untimely knack for throwing up. While shooting Depeche Mode is a nerve rattling proposition from the outset, I felt like I was photographing my first show all over again.
After documenting the first three songs with my camera, I was very winded and my arms were like jelly as I noticed my strength and stamina have decreased significantly. While I could have been content photographing Depeche Mode once, my will still wanted to prove that cancer still couldn't keep me down.
Seeing that Depeche Mode was playing three nights at Staples Center, I took a couple of days off to rest and photographed them again for Stereogum. While this time around I had a significant amount of more help, at the conclusion of shooting the songs I didn't feel as winded. I attribute it to the large amounts of adrenaline coursing through my veins and my desire to give cancer the finger.
Another challenge though lies ahead. Nearly four months ago, I bought a ticket, booked a flight and hotel to see Depeche Mode in Las Vegas this Sunday. While I have some support of friends who are going to the show, It brings back memories of making the last minute decision to fly to San Francisco to see Nine Inch Nails. Do I have enough gas in the tank to make the flight and carry my camera gear? It will be a last minute decision as always.
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