Past Perfect

In the summer of 2002 I was in London waiting for a liver transplant. Most of my family including my husband and five-year old daughter were in India. I had been on the transplant list at King's College Hospital for almost eight months waiting for a cadaver organ. I was fighting to stay alive and at an emotional low thinking of giving up and going home back to India. At that point I started writing a letter to my daughter Aditi because it seemed unlikely that I would live for much longer or see her again.The letter turned into a book a memoir.