"The accident comes from the direction one least expects, from inside, from the heart." (Proust). horrid to get bad news and be so far from your crew and your creature comforts. i know smarter people than me have argued that illness is not a metaphor, but to learn that someone i love has cancer growing in her aorta...is very distressing. for obvious reasons of course. and because as well as that literal illness, there are those metaphorics that shadow it. heartbreaking.