Yes, I feel it was lying dormant in me, ready to rear its ugly head.
This is going to sound really weird... and I've never aired this thought before... but from a young age, I knew I would become sick before my fifties. I never wanted children; always thought in the back of my mind that I'd not be around for them. Did a brief stint on medical neuro as an RN and honestly, always felt that I would go down with something I was familiar with. Then nursed a few terminal and bedbound MS'rs in the home and felt a weird affinity. Really believed it would be me one day.
Now I know I couldn't have brought it on myself, that's not what I'm thinking.
But there was always a feeling...