A lot of the time was a typical absent husband and father. I traveled all over the world, leaving my poor wife at home sometimes with four kids. Then as the children left home, the two of us were living together and working together because our professional lives overlapped. One time we were India together for over a month on two different assignments. We met twice, once in a airport for an hour, and once for a weekend during a meeting. She was independent, so was I. We were in caring, warm, personal relationship that included writing together and doing professional research together, but also operating in different parts of the world on any given date. So whenever either one was ill, the other one did what was necessary. We've had that kind of a back and forth relationship even before the diagnosis of the breast cancer.