On April 1^st 2016 I found myself having a biopsy on the tiny bump on my left breast, a bump so small even the doctor had trouble locating it. I hadn’t mentioned my concerns to either family or friends and went alone to the hospital appointment because I honestly didn’t expect it would be anything to worry about. My family and I had recently moved to a new house with space for a studio and darkroom; the property needed much restoration, a challenge we were enjoying. I was looking forward to starting a new business and being able to focus on my career; my daughters were at an age where they needed me less so the time was right. A couple of days after the biopsy before I even knew for sure that the diagnosis would be cancer, maybe a subconscious act, I picked up my camera and made some self portraits, initially to document the substantial bruising from the tests, possibly as a subliminal recognition that i would potentially be going through a physical change if treatment was necessary, but also because if i had to go through this, I wanted something worthwhile to come of it. This is the first part of my project documenting and processing my breast cancer journey with more to follow.