As a professional sick person, I have a lot of free time, so I question everything. What I've come to realise is that THE ONLY THING THAT MAKES SENSE IN THE WORLD IS THAT THE WORLD MAKES NO SENSE. It's the only consistent truth that I've been able to find. And it is perfect. The world is a paradox, made up both of sorrows and joys - do not only expect the latter.
Is sorrow in sickness, death and loss? Yes, yes there is. Can you be happy in sickness, death and loss? Yes, yes you can.