Eighteen years ago, after the difficult birth of my second child,...

Eighteen years ago, after the difficult birth of my second child, I came home from the hospital in great physical and emotional distress. My husband, little boy, and other family members were kept away from us because they had been exposed to a contagious illness, and could not assist me. So I was alone with my new baby daughter.

My dear friend and former roommate—a Christian Scientist—agreed to stay with me until I could get around by myself. For several days she cheerfully cooked, kept me company, and patiently listened to my litany of physical complaints. Finally I felt I was reaching a crisis because the pain related to the birth was not abating, and I thought I would return to the hospital.

September 11, 1995
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