It's hard to watch people die. I experienced that helplessness when my sister died. I just stood there, frozen and scared, because I knew there was nothing I could do.
Everything about the last hours of someone's life is so final.
There were still places that she wanted to visit, things she wanted to do, dreams she wanted to come true.
The Persian word for cancer is Saratan. And the Malay word for destiny is Suratan. I like how you can play with these words, and compel yourself to think that maybe, just maybe, the Persians knew better.
That cancer is not hereditary.
It's written.
It's Suratan.
We think we know so much about a life we know so little about.
