I didn’t write Cancer in Paradise to entertain. I wrote it because silence was becoming too comfortable—for everyone.
What the characters go through in the novel is real. Every chapter is a scar someone carries. Every death, every exile, every silence—they all happened. They still happen.
This story was born from hunger. From families burying loved ones. From voices erased. From banners with smiling faces covering the smell of decay. From the screams no one heard.
Most of the world turned the...