Kevin’s P.O.V One minute I was hunting for my childhood treasure box at the top of my mother’s cupboard and the next minute, I was sitting on the floor with a toppled box of my toys along with an A4-sized envelope. I sat there on the floor as I looked over at the envelope. It was addressed to Mom from the University of California San Francisco Medical Centre. Being a doctor, I knew exactly what was inside. Despite wanting to respect my mother’s privacy, my doctor’s instincts kicked in. I’m a doctor. I can help her. But I need to know what’s going on first. Reluctantly, I removed the papers from inside the envelope and let my eyes scan the page. I felt my breath hitch in my throat as my eyes fell on the words that I never want to see on my mother’s medical report. I felt

