Last Shot: Battling Cancer to Shoot the Red Hot Chili Peppers
[Editor's Note: Longtime concert photographer and fellow Weekling Andrew Youssef found out almost two years ago that he had Stage IV colon cancer. In that time, he has continued to shoot tons of music events for us on top of other freelance work and holding a day job at a hospital, of all places. As he continues to fight for his life, this series allows him to tell his story in his own words.]
Lindsey Best Andrew Youssef
I knew my diagnosis of Stage IV colon cancer would change my life in many ways. Looking back over the two years and two months since that fateful day, I appreciate life and the little things so much more. Some of the things that I did so effortlessly prior to my illness now require more planning and strategic sacrifices.
Taking medications was something I rarely did before I was sick. Nowadays, I carry around a blue pill bag that doubles as a small pharmacy for relieving a host of potential ailments. The medications I use the most are Lomotil (Diphenoxylate and Atropine) and Imodium (Loperamide) which battle the effects of diarrhea which is a common side effect due to my extensive chemotherapy regimen of Tarceva (Erlotinib), Erbitux (Cetuximab), Camptosar (Irinotectan) and Avastin (Bevacizumab).
The difficulty in dealing with chemotherapy is that after all this time you never know when the side effects will hit. Shooting concerts used to be so much easier as I would eat before the concert without having to worry about stomach problems. I learned about not eating before concerts the hard way when I photographed Red Hot Chili Peppers at Club Nokia in August of 2011.
When I parked my car at Club Nokia, I suddenly felt the early signs of stomach problems. I immediately took a Lomotil in hopes of stemming the tide. As I walked up to the venue, I tried to convince myself that I would be okay and the medicine would help. Unfortunately, It was too late as I had to run to the bathroom. I was severely dehydrated and had to rest. Fortunately, Aaron who is the publicist for Club Nokia came to my rescue and provided me with some fluids to rehydrate.
I had an hour or so to rest up and painfully opted to skip shooting the opening band Thelonius Monk in order to use what little strength I had left in the tank. I remember sitting down leaning against a metal gate trying to gather some energy when a security guard on a bike stopped and asked if I was alright. I explained my situation, stating I would be okay as long as I rested up for a period of time.
There were so many photographers that they split us in two groups and we had to shoot one and a half songs each. Normally, this would be quite depressing but in this case I was content as I didn't know how long I could last. Once the Red Hot Chili Peppers hit the stage, a boost of adrenaline would soon surge through my veins propelling me through the one and a half songs.