My former office mate, who took umbrage last year and refused to share a room any more, has just been diagnosed with cancer. We made it up a few months ago, and I hope to visit her on my return from Europe. Makes me think of poor Dazzle who was diagnosed just after I set off on my world tour in 1989, and by the time I got back he was dead.
The office mate could have retired a few years back, but she insisted on keeping working.
I'm ready to go back to part-time work, but sadly I've committed to working full time till Christmas. Roll on 2013.