One day, my Boro Khalu (uncle), Boro Khala (aunt), and Dola Apa (cousin) came to visit our house at noon. We had lunch together. During that time, I heard Dola Apa had some medical issues; I didn't know exactly what those were.
After lunch, everybody was enjoying tea at our dining table. Suddenly, Dola apa said, "I know what my disease is. You guys think I don't know about it, that is wrong." The way she said it made me smile. I looked at the uncle's face; he had a poker face. Couldn't guess what was going on. Nobody said anything to Dola apa. Uncle just said, "I see." Someone changed the topic, so nobody said anything more about it.
Later, I heard she had a tumour on her leg, which was cancer. She died in the hospital. Uncle is also no longer with us. Now, I understand how painful that moment was.
I asked my older sister if she knew about the cancer. My sister said, as far as she knew, she didn't.
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