As I blogged about last week, Kris Carr’s SXSW 2007 documentary premiere, Crazy Sexy Cancer, debuts on TLC tonight. Set your TiVo, or better yet, watch it live. It’s an emotional and funny look at Carr’s battles with the disease. Right before it debuted at SXSW this March, acclaimed journalist and Carr friend Dave Marsh wrote this thoughtful piece for The Austin Chronicle:
Crazy Sexy Cancer is almost a comedy, which is pretty good for a documentary about a thirtysomething woman with a rare cancer. The fact that it exists at all is a little mind-boggling: Young adults with cancer are so widely ignored that being swept under the rug would make them more prominent. The icing is that it’s about an irrepressible woman named Kristin Carr – a young actress turned “health junkie” – who refuses to accept that she’s sick and gets away with it.
I know Kris Carr because she and her colleagues at Red House Pictures sought out my family in 2004. They did this because we run a foundation with two missions: research and treatment of sarcomas, which are the kind of rare cancer Kris has, and the well-being of young adult and adolescent cancer patients. They also did it because our foundation is called the Kristen Ann Carr Sarcoma Fund.
Kristen Carr, my daughter, died of retroperitoneal liposarcoma in January 1993. In February 2003, Kris Carr was diagnosed with epithelioid hemangioendothelioma. The tumors are cousins among the 50-odd sarcomas, which are about half of all types of cancers but add up to only 1% of all cases of cancer. Kristen and Kris are unrelated except in spirit and cultural background: two beautiful New York City women who imagine themselves fearless and invincible until the roof comes down.