This persistant voice who is constantly reducing me, judging me. It’s eating me from within. This persistante voice who is constantly victimising me, seeking attention and love. Are all of this feelings and questions, the genealogical branches that ramify and  meet as a cancer in me, in us? I’m the product of a Khmer and French influence. My people in Cambodia have been through genocide and I survived. Quite often I question myself, why did I survive? Am I part of the clan? The clan that has been exterminated. Why not me? Did I choose cancer to punish myself? Is my cancer the product of my self punishment for surviving? Abandon, Rejection, Loss of Identity. 

What about you?