I was in my mid/late 50s when cancer knocked me off my feet. I was unable to work for several months, but as soon as I could sit up in a wheelchair, I started back in at 8 hours/week (my job was already work from home). I eventually took that up to 15 hours/week, which cut my private disability insurance benefits in half, but it was important to be to be engaged with the world after so many months of staring at the ceiling from a hospital bed, so I didn't mind.

Unfortunately, my position ended just after I turned 60. I'm looking for small contracts in my field, international humanitarian aid, not so much for the money (and health insurance is a non-issue in Canada) as for the personal connections and teamwork. No luck yet — they all require things incompatible with my cancer treatment, like living in Africa for a year — but I haven't given up.