I have been writing for some time. Fascinated by beauties of different languages, I started out when I was in my early twenties translating poetry from my mother tongue to English, a language I am scholarly fluent with, technically competent at and psychologically intimated by. I have always attempted to get my name printed (it just looks prettier to me) since then, mostly in the form of journal articles, blog postings and book reviews. Inspired by a friend who I recently came to know and where I pick up pieces of independence, strength and confidence from, I am starting to write again.
Here is my first one from a work day inside a Cancer Centre. I had the privilege to meet a thirty-five-year-old mother, wife, sister, aunt, fighter and cancer survivor, and her beautiful eight-month-old daughter, sweet and quietly smiling all the time we spoke. Her story of courage, hope and love is interwoven into her wisdom and humor after overcoming her fear and despair. We all in our lives are handed illness at some point, some with miracles and most not, but what can be defined in the end is, whether we searched, we chased, we felt, we dreamed, we fought, and when we fight, we WIN.
