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#1008: Willa Cather to Dorothy Canfield Fisher, March 10 [1930]

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STEPHEN SMITH, M.D.
MEDICAL DIRECTOR
CHARLES W. THOMPSON, M.D.
ASSOCIATE MEDICAL DIRECTOR
J.A. COLLIE, M.D.
RESIDENT PHYSICIAN
ETHEL FANSON, M.D.
PATHOLOGIST
LAS ENCINAS
SANITARIUM
PASADENA, CALIFORNIA2
BOARD OF DIRECTORS
GEORGE DOCK, M.D., PRES.
W. JARVIS BARLOW, M.D.
F.C.E. MATTISON, M.D.
STEPHEN SMITH, M.D.
F.H. MACPHERSON
My Dear Dorothy1;

Mother3 had a little chuckle over the Mark Twain4 dinner picture5 you sent me. She is a little stronger than last spring but just as helpless,—and her state is just as hopeless. Sometimes I wonder why they build up a little more strength for people to suffer with. My sister6 is off for a few days rest and I am kept pretty busy trying to divert mother a little. We have a charming English nurse7 who has been with her a year now and never fails us. I have a nice little cottage of my own near mother’s cottage, the food here8 is excellent and I am very comfortable in body. The trouble is one can’t think of much but the general futility of existence.

My love to you and your mother9. I envy you a New England10 spring.

Yours always Willa