I started writing the book a few weeks in when i was trying to kind of unravel what it was that i was feeling with all this kind of grief and anger about the loss of my sister. I remember thinking, taking ten minutes to eat a sandwich at my rolling lat top while looking afterup patient investigations felt like quite luxurious. So i think that was helpful in terms of the emotional impact. The cove pademic unleashed itself around us. It was like a flood. My loss was just one loss threaded into this whole kind of tapestry of what everyone else was feeling. And so my personal tragedy was somehow kind of diluted. Inthi in this kind of sea of other people over