To my child's tender heart, the loss of a pet goldfish is a big deal. And even though I'm an adult and can see this morning's tragedy as funny and ironic, most powerful of all, I'm a parent. And once you've grown, sustained and nurtured your child's heart both inside and out of you, you'll always feel it as it swells with joy or breaks with grief.
Growing up in India, my summer holidays as a child were all about staying indoors. Curtains were tightly drawn and homes were turned into cool and dark recesses. So, for me the greatest challenge at this time of the year is how to celebrate summer and all its bountiful offerings when I have been raised to shun the sun?
The technician is a man, which surprisingly doesn't surprise you. He looks like someone you might see shopping in the supermarket, or selling you insurance. He removes the pillowslip exposing your breasts. His hands are cold. This is not a real man and these are not breasts for babies or making love that he is touching. This is cancer.