The weather gods were definitely in my favor for the first weekend as it was unseasonably cool. I distinctly remember walking to the tents later in the evening on the first night to shoot M83, and a sense of calmness and boost of adrenaline hit me in that I felt OK, and I knew I was going to survive shooting Coachella. It still remains as one of my prouder moments since my diagnosis that a Stage IV colon cancer patient successfully shot both weekends of Coachella and lived to tell about it. The hard part was getting chemotherapy the day after Coachella on a few hours of sleep and rapidly editing photos with one hand since I was hooked up to an IV. I still shake my head in disbelief.
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