About 20 years ago, a colleague, with tears welling in her eyes, told me I was so lucky that I didn’t have the stresses and strains she was currently suffering in her life. My heart went out to her as I waited for the big reveal and searched my soul for some ready-made words of comfort for perhaps a marriage breakdown or a serious illness.
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I woke on Tuesday at 4am and could hardly breathe. I was sweating (and, post-menopausal that I am, I never sweat) and racked with worry. I grabbed my hair, put my head in my hands, and said out loud, ‘What am I doing? What was I thinking?’