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?