“Cancer is our story. This is a true story but there are no facts. There is no author, there is no plot. The location is you, you play all the roles. There is a beginning, middle and end. It is a story so intimate but almost completely unknown to us. It asks for nothing and takes all. It is hard to know and easy to hate.”

The Nuit is dark. The darkened canyon-like hospital walls of University Avenue are less looming tonight. These few city blocks have a unique feel to them, a seriousness not felt anywhere else. The issues and what is at stake are real and very palatable. There is an underlying dread that is hard to escape. Nestled on a float is a large bright video screen. A video story, the artist's take on our story played out by hands alone, hands that make, hands that touch, hands that care. Hands alone. There are many amongst you passing through the crowd who are carrying a great weight. You can sense their vulnerability, feel their focus. Their minds are elsewhere, their hearts are taken. They move through you, you make way for them sensing their need. They move to the light not of the screen but of the hospital door.