I really hate bad news.  My wife just got a call.  Her older sister living in New Zealand have stomach cancer.  Google tells me her chance of surviving stomach cancer is not good, particularly since the cancer was not discovered early.  A good evening evaporated.  I don't quite know how to comfort my wife.  When she feels sick, I feel sick.  When she feels bad, I feel bad.  Spiritual Simese Twin.

I am not used to bad news like this because both side of my family are unusually healthy, everyone living well past 80 without even a hint of illness until the end.  Her family is just the opposite, her father's side rarely lived past 60; her father at 65 is breaking new ground.  Its like a fog of bad karma descended with one phone call.  I have turned on every light in the house in a vain attempt to lift our spirit.  Shadows seem darker tonight.