07/06/2026
Whakapapa. Irish. Kidneys.
My kōtiro was talking about her grandma over in Aussie. Her grandma has cancer in the kidney. Years ago she had one kidney removed, and more recently the other one’s been affected too. But she’s still going strong. I’ve always known her as a tough woman.
It got me thinking about whakapapa and how much of who we are carries through our whānau lines. Not just genetics, but patterns, experiences, survival, resilience… even the hard stuff. When you start learning where you come from, you start to understand yourself a bit deeper too.
Her grandma is full Irish 🇮🇪 originally from Galway. And when you look at Irish history, there’s actually a lot of parallels with Māori history — colonisation, loss of language and land, famine, forced migration, survival, rebuilding life in new places. Her whānau went from Ireland to England, then later to Australia.
In the mahi I do, I look at illness through a rongoā lens — not to replace medical understanding, but to add another layer of awareness around wairua and what the body may be carrying.
From that perspective, the kidneys are often connected with scarcity, fear of not having enough, survival-type trauma. So when I hear her story, it makes sense in that symbolic way I understand the body.
My kōtiro isn’t new to this kōrero either — she’s grown up around it and can see the patterns in her grandma and even her dad’s side of the whānau.
For me, the healing starts with awareness. Knowing your history. Understanding what your people have been through, and also the strength that came through it.
One day she’ll go to Ireland, stand on that whenua, and feel that connection for herself. And from there — karakia, connection, and healing in her own way.