Last night we were in the wake of my brother's wife who died of aneurysm - a ruptured vein in the head that cause her to be in a coma and expired after a few days. In those occasions when someone in the family dies, the wake has become a sort of clan reunion where we see not only our siblings but also our cousins. It's really bad that the topic last night was all about ailments. My husband was quiet all along, just listening to the conversation. When we left, my husband mentioned that he was feeling weak. I understand that it is a budding anxiety attack. He said that his knees are weakened by the thought of those sicknesses, from glaucoma of the eyes to cancer ot the liver. We are so far healthy and don't have serious health issues but the thought of getting hit by serious illnesses really gets to the nerve of my husband. It was good that when he started the car's engine, the topic had changed and he was able to move on pretty well.