Cast out

Cast Out

In the process of splitting night from day, the arrival of the lump in my neck cast me out from my normal life. I should have been preparing two exhibitions: instead I was sitting in a hospital bed waiting for a biopsy and being told I needed an AIDS test. Cast out? Outcast! Marginalised, ostracised. Everyone else gets on with their life while the freeze-frame button is pressed on the video of my life. I wait, alone, to find out if I have cancer or what. Will I fall to the ground, or will someone catch me in time. Has it been caught in time?