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Agathe Tall

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Jan 25, 2024, 5:46:50 PM1/25/24
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When I picked up my copy of Sita\u2019s curse, a book written by Sreemoyee Piu Kundu, I wanted an experience like her first book \u2018Faraway Music\u2019, a journey that felt so real. Little did I know that Sita\u2019s Curse would change a part of me forever.

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Knowledge of childhood cancer in general and BL in particular was limited among participants at JTRH and UCI (Table 4). None of the guardians in Kenya had ever known a child with cancer and few (16%) in Uganda had. Only a small minority - 5% and 19% in Kenya and Uganda, respectively were aware that children could get cancer and even fewer had ever heard of BL (5% both sites). When questioned more broadly on general knowledge and perceptions of cancer, most were uncertain if it was curable (Kenya 65%, Uganda 53%). About 20% of all guardians in Uganda agreed, "cancer is contagious," with 67% undecided on the matter. In contrast, in Kenya, nearly all (90%) disagreed or strongly disagreed with the statement. Stigma associated with cancer was more commonly reported in Uganda than Kenya. Sixty-percent in Uganda felt cancer was stigmatized in their communities; only 20% of guardians in Kenya felt similarly. Overall, guardians in this study did not perceive cancer as a curse or a bewitchment, with most disagreeing when asked directly, as shown in Table 4.

"Are, Kamala! art deaf?" was shouting Chimini the shrew, acrossthe room. "'Tis ill luck to talk so long with Matha Shri, wife ofthe pundit. You ought to forbid her your kunkun parties: have notthe gods cursed her in that no son is born to her house? And sheis half-witted: any other woman would have managed things, orbrought to her husband some pretty, young bride as co-wife; butshe bewitches him, so that he dare not marry another!"

"'Farewell, beloved!' he said to his little Achthar as he kissed her in her sleep; 'if I love you more than the rest of humanity I am accursed. Farewell!' And drawing his pink garment about him, he took his staff in his hand and walked forth alone. He lives now, they say, in a cave among the far mountains, and pilgrims bless him and travel long ways to look upon his face.

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