As you can tell from my blog, I haven't done a YA-inspired fauxto in some time. There are a few reasons for that and I'd like to share them with you.
I was holding off on new photos since Thanksgiving because I had an epic vacation planned in the Canadian rockies. There, I was planning on doing photos for Shiver, Unearthly and Shadow and Bone. This trip was going to be amazing and the photos were sure to be some of my best work yet, given the landscape and opportunities.
However, that trip never happened.
On December 23rd, while I was in Boston, I got a call from my Mom. She told me that she was in the hospital because my Dad had an accident.
storm trooper and jumps in pools for my photos....he's prone to accidents of a silly nature.
But that's not what happened this time. This time, while cycling, he fell off his bike and had a 3 minute seizure. Luckily for him, he rides with a big group of fellow surgeons and they were with him at the time. They quickly called an ambulance and got him to the hospital.
Turns out, my Dad, the biggest supporter of my photographic adventures, my biggest role model, the guy who is invincible. . . has a brain tumor.
Pardon my language but, WHAT THE FUCK.
Dads aren't supposed to get sick. Dads who dress like Superman are DEFINITELY not supposed to get sick, let alone have a freaking brain tumor.
On Tuesday, Christmas day, we celebrated in the hospital room. My Dad did his best to partake in the fun, and we did our best to act happy and jolly. Suffice to say, it's a bit difficult to spread holiday cheer when you're stress eating Christmas tree cookies and pounding the bourbon with your sisters who are equally as sad/stressed/scared as I am.
On Wednesday, he went into surgery and had the tumor biopsied and removed. I'll spare you the medical jargon but to sum things up, it was a malignant tumor that somehow grew in the span of 2 months. (My Dad had his brain scanned at the end of October and it was clear. That little tumor bastard grew in two months. Fuck you, tumor. Fuck you.)
The surgery went well, the doctor was confident he removed all of the infected tissue and amazingly, my Dad was able to come home on Friday - two days after brain surgery! He really is Superman.
While my Dad has a long way to go, chemo, radiation, physical therapy and who the hell knows what else, he did tell me one thing before I left for NYC.
He told me to take as many YA fauxtos as I can and really try to get published this year.
So that's what I'm going to do. To honor him, to honor the books I love so much, to honor all of you who cheer me on and provide amazing support, I promise to take as many photos as I possibly can - starting with this stupidly cheesy photo (the one at the top of this post) I took right after our little conversation. Until my Dad starts having fun again (he is a true believer in the High Church of the Fun Machine), I will do my best to make him smile.
So stay tuned in 2013. May it be tumor free and filled with fauxtos. As Rae Carson (author of the book from which this fauxto was inspired) noted in the comments, it's going to be a fauxtopocalypse.
I wish you all the best in the New Year!
PS- Enjoy this throwback photo of me and Dad.