Gillett Photography

Three years I was diagnosed with non-hodgkins lymphoma, a type of cancer that attacked the lymph system in my body. Through prayer, chemo, and the amazing love and support of my family I have been cured from the disease. I just completed my annual set of tests including a full body PET SCAN and CAT SCAN. All the tests came out negative and I have received a clean bill of health.

The process of going through cancer changed my life forever. It has opened my eyes to a deeper level of suffering and compassion. There is not a day that goes by that I forget about my experience of cancer. Since cancer my goal is to use this gift of life that I have been given and try and serve others. This year I was blessed with the opportunity to travel to Africa photograph the people. I was able to use my compassion to help others with my love of photography. The people in Africa are amazing and have such a deep sense of gratefulness for their lives in a country of such suffering in need. Below is a picture of me visiting a village in Rwanda. The children looking at the camera are looking a pictures of themselves and for the first time.

I am here in Paris and feeling great. The food is amazing. I am almost home. Yippee!!!!!!!

I have had a fever in Africa for 2 days. I am finally feeling better now but it sucks to be sick in Africa.

These guys were like our guardian angels on the trip. They are four missionaries from Zambia that are working on a similar project as project Rwanda. They are bringing in the use of bicycles to transport medical equipment to doctors in Zambia. They have committed 5 years to this project and will be teaching the people of Zambia how to use the bicycle. Thank you so much Daryl, Eric, Dustin, and Vaughn for spending my birthday with me and for looking out for us. Please remember to pray for their ministry.

I didn’t have much time to photograph the races because I wasn’t feeling well. Here are a few pics from the day. This race was probably the most dangerous race I have ever photographed. 200 riders picked up these wooden bikes and went running down a narrow hill. They were running over each other and into each other with big wooden frames. I jumped on a motor taxi to try and follow the race. I felt like I was in the middle of a riot. Crazy but fun. The adventures of a photojournalist.