Introduction

Vivek murti was seven years old when his mam woke him up one night, long after he'd gone to sleep. She rushed him and his sister into their car. As they raced through the night in the car, my parents told me that their patient, gordon, had just died of adastata cancer. To this day, i will never forget like the image of my mother in her traditional sari, standing on the steps of that trailer illuminated by the moonlight,. as they both cried and cried. In that moment, it struck me that there are, their lives were so different, ruth's and my mother's, but in that moment, they were...