My brother David got a cancer when he was 68. He was... he was a very vigorous 68-year-old, and... he was also a physician but someone who lived a very active social life, something of a dandy, and... and very fit. He ran every morning and it was there that he found himself getting a bit short of breath, and finally he got a chest X-ray taken, and when he saw that X-ray he thought: either this is the wrong X-ray or I’m a dead man, because he could see that the pleura covering the lungs was studded with metastases. It wasn’t the wrong X-ray. He said he felt death like an express train, you know, rushing along towards him. He was... he was terribly angry and upset and very understandably. Though again, I think the last days were peaceful, but to some extent this was in contradiction, or rather, I’m sorry, in contradistinction to what happened with my oldest brother, who lived in Australia, whom I was very close to, who got a cancer – cancer of the pancreas – at 80. And Marcus was very sad, he had just retired from general practise and was ready to go round the world, and he was a marvellous linguist and he was going to go to... to Greece and Japan and everywhere. He said... when he got the cancer he said, 'I should have done this before, one shouldn’t wait, you never know what will happen'. Mercifully he had no... no pain, but he... he declined over a year... I want to say gracefully, I mean he wasn’t happy about it, but... but it was not the agitation and the raging. Perhaps this had something to do with his personality, perhaps it had something to do with the fact that he was 80 and retired, and to some extent felt he... he had completed his life, whereas David was still in... in the rush and fury of life.