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It was Marcel Proust who said that illness is the doctor to whom we pay the most heed. Everything else we work our way around. For those for whom illness is a rare thing, it is a surprise to find out just how vulnerable we all are in the grand scheme of things.

I have heard too many funeral bells this winter. I have donned my funeral coat more than I wished to. I have shuffled along funeral lines and proffered my sympathies to trembling hands, damp from the tears dabbed momentarily. I have accepted sympathies too. I have been in the lines and among the lines. I have said goodbye to people I loved and respected. I have hugged colleagues and friends who shake with sadness and shock. I have had the obligatory cup in my hand at wakes, picked at fruit cake baked by the loving hands of saddened neighbours.