Bless you, Pryde. One story that marked me, deeply, as a young man was the death of my great grandfather (whom I never met) also of Cancer.

He was a man of faith and was neither angry nor afraid. I was told he would bite into the wooden bedpost, when the pain was too great, and say:

Dear Lord, If this is a test, increase my suffering, do not lessen it.

I think, by association, today, of Pascal’s wise plea:

‘Teach us the proper use of sickness’