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As the door to the operation theatre slummed shut on *Jane, I could feel the
devastation in her world. The world outside had shut its doors. Her sun was
setting. Setting to allow a sky dark as soot to take charge. No twinkling night
stars. Even if there would be a few of them, the tears in her eyes would not
let her see them. A daughter. A sister. A mother of three. To some of us a
patient. To our leaders in healthcare and country at large another statistic.