We sat on the porch talking and laughing. Aunty Myrna, Kehau, and myself. War stories. A shared existence of lying on that table, cancer exposed, hoping for a miracle.

• 我、其浩、和玛娜婶婶三人坐在走廊上谈著、笑著、说著战争故事。躺在那桌上的是一种共同的存在。暴露出的癌细胞，期待著奇迹的出现。