My most recently completed project for the MA was a photobook, 84 days. The book was made up of photos that I took last year, during the period (84 days) that my mum was in hospital leading up to her death.
Taking the photos at the time felt almost inevitable - I don't know that I know how *not* to take photographs. It also provided some sort of grounding, an attempt to tether myself to a world that didn't make very much sense right then.
For the majority of the time that my mum was in hospital, while there was the constant up and down of her symptoms, there was always the belief that she was coming home. Just 10 days before she died, one of her doctors, who was going away for a course, said when he came back, he looked forward to seeing her in outpatients. So these photos were never meant to be a record of her illness or her death. They were only ever a way to hold on to seeing the world while I couldn't see it clearly myself.