so there i found myself in haiti two days ago, rugged roads and more rugged people to a certain extent, and annie tells me we have to tell this young lady she has cancer in her foot. annie, to make sure that everything was clear, spoke to me in english, i translated to spanish and another fellow told this girl in creole. the conversation went exactly like this:
us: "you have cancer"
her: "oui"
us: "you'll have to have some more surgery"
her: "oui"
us: "they might have to cut off your foot"
her: "oui"
us: "do you understand?"
her: "oui"
us: "do you have any questions?"
her: "oui"
us: "what?"
her: "can i bring my 7 month old baby?"
us: "oui"
she never broke a smile, nor a frown, nor a scowl, nor any other facial expression than the one you see below.
us: "you have cancer"
her: "oui"
us: "you'll have to have some more surgery"
her: "oui"
us: "they might have to cut off your foot"
her: "oui"
us: "do you understand?"
her: "oui"
us: "do you have any questions?"
her: "oui"
us: "what?"
her: "can i bring my 7 month old baby?"
us: "oui"
she never broke a smile, nor a frown, nor a scowl, nor any other facial expression than the one you see below.
