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All around me, it seems, people are ill, often with cancer, or they are mourning natural or violent deaths of loves ones, or dealing with fears related to past events, or overcoming recent or not-recent traumas, or fighting ongoing David and Goliath style political battles without a proper sling, or...

And my life is lovely. We are more or less accustomed to our (rich developed nation style) slightly straitened circumstances, we are all four of us well, we are working gradually on getting our house closer to perfection, we are not in any way persecuted or singled out for mistreatment.

And we're happy and the four of us are getting along really, really well; seeing Rob come home after a rough day of work and be transformed by his daughter's joy in seeing him is mindbogglingly enriching.