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.