One Step At A Time

Mum is back in for treatment. As I mentioned she was not great in Greece. She has been struggling to eat for a while now and we hoped it was just part of recovery, something that would stabilise. It turns out the tumour has started growing again and is blocking a passageway, which explains a lot. So it is back to chemo.

There is a particular heaviness in hearing that word again. You brace yourself for the cycles, the side effects, the waiting. Just when you think you have found a rhythm, things shift. She is handling it with the same quiet resilience she always does but it is hard not to feel the weight of it all returning. It is the emotional reset you did not want. Back to hospital corridors, blood tests, careful meal planning, hoping the treatment does what it needs to do. One step at a time again. It is exhausting, emotionally as much as physically.

But there is something to look forward to. Her solo show in June has become a real point of focus, and that matters more than I can really explain. Something tangible. A date in the calendar that is not medical. Planning pieces, thinking about curation, discussing the space, and to be fair constant visits to the space, all of it gives her momentum beyond treatment. There is real power in having something creative pulling you forward when everything else feels reactive. The show is not just an exhibition either. It is her retrospective. Who Are You?