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Immortal Botanica by Cassandra King, Immortal Botanica 141 Stanley Road, Hampton Hill (2026)

25/03/2026

Post radiotherapy… ok, a bit of truth.

The whole “cancer warrior” thing… sometimes it really pi**es me off.

Because when you feel exhausted, sore, emotional… or just not coping that well… it can make you feel like you’re somehow doing it wrong.

Like you’re not being strong enough.

I thought I’d bounce back quicker than this.

Turns out… that’s not what my body has decided.

I’m in bed, my seroma’s flared up again, fighting infection and I feel pretty rough if I’m honest.

I’ve realised we don’t really post the days when we feel like this. Because that’s not what people want to see.

So it can look like everyone else is just riding cancer like absolute heroes…

and you’re the only one struggling.

You’re not.

Cancer treatment is messy. It’s a privilege to be here to fight … but let’s not have to make us all warriors on top of everything else we are medically and emotionally contending with. Some days you’re strong.
Some days you’re just getting through.

Both count 🤍

So much love. X

18/03/2026

First radiotherapy session today… and honestly, I nearly didn’t go in.

I was absolutely sh*t-bricking myself.

It’s been such a long, delayed wait with all the post-surgery complications, which hasn’t helped the overthinking. And there’s that added pressure that it needs to happen within a certain window after surgery to actually do its job - get anything lingering and reduce the risk of it coming back.

The bit that’s really freaked me out is that it’s on my left side. This means there can be a risk to the heart, so they use this breath-hold technique - short bursts while you hold your breath for about 20 seconds. They practise it with you… but I’ve had far too long to sit and stare at that risk form and wind myself up.

The team at were amazing of course. Calm, kind, completely on it. Properly reassuring.

I wore my sparkly trainers, did my usual ADHD thing - talking too fast, telling everyone they were brilliant, swearing too much, trying to make them laugh (and myself).

Lying there doing the breath holds… I pictured myself back in Costa Rica, under the water, watching manta rays. No idea why, but it worked. Got me through it.

Then I came out, saw Alb, walked up the stairs… and my legs just went. And I sobbed.

It’s mad what you can hold together until you don’t. Not sure I actually fooled anyone.

Tomorrow my lovely brother is taking me… although wasn’t massively reassured when I sent him photo number 3 here and he said I looked like I’d had electroshock therapy 🙄
He’s a vet for FFS - bedside manner could use some work.

Tomorrow will be easier. One done.

There isn’t a right way to do this. However you’re getting through it is enough.

If you’re in this too - sending so so much love. ###

And f**k cancer.

**kcancer

08/03/2026

Hello. Hello. I’m still here. 🥰

I realise I vanished rather suddenly after my last post. Life got a bit tough dealing with post-surgery complications and infection, and then a fairly brutal reponse from suddenly having to stop HRT.

I hadn’t realised quite how hard that could hit. The fatigue and strange inability to even move at times has been quite something. Let’s just say the Cassy control panel crashed …

So I’ve mostly just had to concentrate on getting well again and strong enough to start radiotherapy - which thankfully begins next week.

Last week, in the sunshine, Alb drove me to the sea. Sitting in the dunes with the sun on my face and the sound of the water, we had a little nap and I remembered - like the plants pushing up through the soil again - how extraordinary it is simply to be alive and loved.

We stayed the night in a tiny shepherd’s hut tucked just behind the beach. Warm and cosy while the wind blew outside. We lay listening to the waves and looking at the stars, and I noticed how my ridiculous new sparkly trainers were catching the moonlight.

A small moment of joy returning. Don’t give up right?

Time now for some small steps back into the world again.

Thank you to everyone who wrote after my last post. I read every message even if I didn’t have the energy to reply.

At times it’s been hard because I felt a bit removed from the role I thought I was supposed to play - that “warrior woman” you so often hear about with cancer. I felt like I was somehow failing at that. I wasn’t ‘brave’ and I wasn’t ‘strong’ like the other stories I read about …

But I’m slowly realising that strength can look quite different. Sometimes it’s simply allowing yourself to heal, accepting help, and acknowledging that right now you just can’t do everything.

In another post, I want to talk a bit more about cancer induced menopause and ADHD - because it’s something that really isn’t talked about enough. Today is International Women’s Day - and cancer survivors and research and women’s health in general deserves so very much more.

But for now… it’s time for some beauty again.
Because our world needs that right now.

So SO much love to you all. ❤️
###x

25/01/2026

Thank you so much for the messages and the kindness from a very vulnerable last post. It has meant more than I know how to say. 🫂

I’m very grateful to be cancer free. I know how lucky that makes me. This post isn’t about denying that. It’s about the bit after, which has been harder than I expected.

I know sharing this side of things isn’t for everyone, and that’s ok. There will be flowers and light again soon. Just bear with me for a moment.

I don’t usually ask people to save or share things. But if you know someone who might be in this stage, or supporting someone who is, and this might help them feel less alone, please do.

So much love ❤️

22/01/2026

I made this video for my close friends and family.

Yesterday I was told I was cancer free.

I decided last minute to share it here too because it feels like the easiest way to let people know and because this is where I’ve shared what’s been happening

I’m very tired and very grateful - preparing for the journey I have ahead - and quietly recovering now.

I’ll probably sign out for a bit 🤍 So much love xx

12/01/2026

5 days post breast surgery - the pic I promised - and still working out what recovery feels like.

It’s such a mixed bag.
Some mornings I wake up in my new stripey pyjamas (small joys!) and think, OK Cass, You’ve got this. I’ll holler to my butler Albert for coffee … he’s been brilliant, though I do keep wishing he’d jet- wash the patio while he’s got “time off.” I pad downstairs and feel oddly proud just for being vertical and vaguely functional.

And then the next hour will drop out of nowhere when the soreness feels bone-deep, everything hurts when I move, and I’m exhausted. There’s such a pull between wanting to get on with life and realising my body has other ideas.

And then there’s the moment you look beneath the ugly surgical bra…Looking at my breast and seeing something both familiar but changed. It’s a jolt - a glaring reminder of what’s been taken, and what might still be there. Ten long days until results, and living inside that waiting is harder than anyone tells you.

I’ve also been debating whether to keep sharing here. I’ve noticed the unfollows - and honestly, I don’t blame anyone. Cancer is uncomfortable. It’s raw. Some people want flowers and beauty and colour , not drains and fear and pathology reports. And that’s OK.

But this is my life right now. And if speaking out helps one other person feel less terrified or less alone, then that matters more than numbers. This space has always been about light and dark. Beautiful things and real things. And truthfully - writing helps me. These days are long, and your messages and replies feel like company.

I’m genuinely considering a one-armed flower arranging demo to cheer us all up?! I’m left-handed, so I’ll be attempting it with my wrong arm and only one hand. What could possibly go wrong? At the very least, I’ll make you laugh (and possibly myself cry), but it’ll pass the time!!

So that’s where I am:
Stripey PJs. A grumpy-but-excellent ‘butler’ Healing body, messy emotions.
Hope and fear doing a see-saw dance.
Ten days to wait.
Still here. Still showing up.

Thanks for being here too ❤️ so so much love.
###

10/01/2026

My lovely Dad Andrew King is 84 years old today! We can’t be together this year whilst I’m in bed recovering, but this pic of us together makes me so happy - at my floral installation: The Red Room, in homage to my time working alongside in the 90s for in September last year .

My beautiful and wise friend Chloe ( ) said to me in a message yesterday :
“Life is all about light and shade, the remarkable thing about the sh*tty dark bits is all the light it throws on other areas.”

And for me today these images sum that up:

My wonderful dad and how much I love him,
The power of creating - and how my work, even bouquets, always ends up being about shadow, dark and light,
And the truth that we’re altered by every person we make with - collaboration is letting yourself be changed, and leaving something behind. There were friendships and relationships new and old on this project that stay strong with me today and help me move forwards past my illness and diagnosis. You who who you are ♥️. This was absolutely the most powerful and best part of a not so great 2025 for me. My somewhat drug induced recent dreams have been full of it - And I plan to share more of it and the brilliance of those who helped me while I recover as I didn’t at the time.

Still sore, sleeping a lot - but doing ok! Love love love to you all…

And happiest of happy days my wonderful Dad! I love you forever and ever. X###

Ps. Just realising how much I’d like this piece to be shared and seen again wider… Maybe as part of a bigger David Lynch retrospective. It’s entirely doable as the florals are hand preserved with wax - both real and recycled eco faux. Let me know if any ideas…. X

06/01/2026

So it’s finally time to get that invasive little fu€$er removed!
Classic hospital gown selfie taken today in the nuclear department while I had my sentinel node scan done before surgery tomorrow. I got lucky with the light and the camera blur as it’s probably one of the better pics taken of me over Christmas and new year! 😉. Ah. The irony right?!

So tomorrow I have the lumps removed plus a couple of lymph nodes to check for spread and stage of cancer. They also take a margin of healthy tissue around the lump which is tested. Because the lumps are small and the mammogram caught it early, we are hoping I will be all clear … but I’ve come to realise with a diagnosis, the worst part is the inevitable waiting between each stage of treatment and diagnosis. Hard. Results come in 2 weeks later. If that’s all clear, then recovery followed by radiotherapy and then hormone therapy.
If not, then potential additional surgery/masectomy and chemo. One day at a time…

Christmas and New year was pretty hard I won’t lie. Because my cancer is hormone driven, I had to come of HRT pretty suddenly … which coupled with my ADHD was a bit of a heady mix … let’s just say emotions ran high….😳

Refusing to plan work or next steps of 2026 til I know where I am with the post surgery results in a couple of weeks. But let’s just say whatever happens physically I’ve about a gazillion plans bubbling up my sleeve - amazing work opportunities to get better for in the spring and summer - a couple of new biz ideas I’ve been waiting for space to get going on - and a family trip to plan post Otts GCSEs. I’ve had strict instructions to rest for for a few weeks … I’m not too good at sitting still!

I’ve had so so many beautiful messages and people checking in. Those of you who know me, know I am a big hugger, wear my heart right on my sleeve, love hard - and want to be loved hard back. And I’ve felt that. So very much. Your messages, and your love and cheers for me have brought me incredible happiness and joy - I’m sorry if I’ve not been able to reply to you all. It has meant everything.

Next pic here me wearing my new pink and red stripey pjs. Lumps gone!
So much love Xx

05/01/2026

Today…walking in winter.

Colour falls away.
The bones remain.

Frost reveals structure
living things
still intact.

Our steps
sounding on frozen ground.

Ice holds.

Not everything is cold.

24/12/2025

A Christmas eve snoop at mine. ♥️

Happy Christmas 🤍
I’ve been sitting with a lot this month - slowing down in a way I haven’t for years. It’s made me want to say thank you properly, because the support from you this year has meant everything.

2025 has been hard. Getting a diagnosis has brought a strange kind of clarity, and it’s made me notice the beauty I’d been rushing past in this world, in friendships, and in how precious time really is.

I’ve surgery booked for 7th Jan, which has given me the first real pause in years, as well as time to actually flower my own home this year…! So I’ve shared some of my floral corners and our rose and carnation tree (drying naturally in the branches and smelling delicious ), because I know how much we all love a good old snoop😉.
More than anything, the act of making -both for myself and for those of you who’ve ordered online this year - has been a calm, grounding distraction when I really needed one.

This afternoon I’ll be sitting in front of the fire with my dad, watching It’s a Wonderful Life. The closing line by Clarence right before he gets his wings is “Remember no man is a failure who has friends” …. and ain’t that the truth.

Thank you for the work, the trust, the shares, the messages - all of it. I don’t take any of it for granted.

Wishing you a calm, beautiful Christmas - however you’re spending it.
And thinking of those of you who find this time of year hard, for whatever reason.

So very much love. Xx

21/12/2025

Winter solstice

What the year has shed
is bound into a circle
pine, cone, seed, and silence.

The ground is frozen.
Sap holds its breath.
Fire moves softly at the edge,
a memory of warmth.

The night is long,
but not without direction.
Beneath frost and root,
the light is already turning.

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16/12/2025

Commission today:

In the dark,
light learned how to stay.
That is how gold is made

XXC

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