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When my husband had a stroke this summer, I was lucky to have several friends, neighbors and colleagues offer to make a meal for my family. But I didn’t need dinners — my 17-year-old daughter was on a road trip; her twin brother is a picky eater; the husband was in hospital and I was fine grabbing-and-going as I bounced between his bedside and the newsroom.