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Just before Miss Cather went into the hospital she wrote a check for the Ladies Guild of Grace Church3. I have been going over her cancelled checks for July and August, and do not find this check among them. I hope it reached you.Very truly yours, Sarah J. Bloom Secretary Dear Carrie1;
My mind goes out to Red
Cloud4 and to your house every day—and every night, but
my body won't be able to travel so far for some time, I fear. I now manage
to walk around the block every morning, but I have
b been able to do that only for the last four mornings.
I will tell you, dear Carrie, what even the best of doctors do not tell one. Surgery5 is wonderful—operations are done with remarkable skill and swiftness—even so, mine lasted two hours and a half. I had the best of surgeons—Allan Whipple6, the man who flew to Italy7 to operate on Myron Taylor8 when he had a gall bladder attack over there. For three weeks he gave me the closest attention. Both my night and day nurse were wonderful. So far, so good.
alone, and nobody can help one there.
Miss Lewis9 and my excellent
cook10 travel about the town2 hunting delicacies to tempt my
appetite, but I simply don't want to
If I force myself to eat, I become nauseated. When I went into the hospital I weighed one hundred and twenty-four
pounds—very good fig weight for me me—that had been my weight for two
Now I weigh just one hundred and ten pounds (Mary Virginia's11 weight!) and though I have been home12 for nearly four weeks, I have not gained a pound. For me Virginia's weight is neither comfortable nor becoming!
A long railway journey would be impossible for me now. Dr. Whipple wants me to go to a very comfortable hotel13 in the Berkshires14 for October. It is near Stockbridge, Mass15. Only six hours from New York by train, with no change of cars. I am hoping to get strong enough to do that. Edith will be able to go with me and to spend the month there. We have both been planted here through the worst summer the city has had in years. The cool air up in the hills will do us good. If I can get back a few pounds I know I shall feel stronger—even my handwriting will be stronger and more steady—for my right hand16 is as good as ever.Lovingly, dear friend Willie