Add to ORKGSHE TURNED on her stomach, on her back, on her left side, on her stomach again. The pain did not go away. But it did not get worse. Perhaps later, she thought. Perhaps later it would go away..
As Mavis came out of the grey stone passage from the subway she was thinking, Darn this night air! ...
I stood just outside of Grandma\u27s bedroom. I could feel the palms of my hands become moist with p...
Agnes stared blankly at the fuzzy, unfamiliar ceiling above her. Rubbing a night of sleep from her e...
love . . . which needs some outward physical form of pain in which to express itself . .
Suppose your mother were a victim of cancer with every nerve responding hourly to the pressure of pa...
Dr. Remington left the quiet whiteness of the operating room behind him and opened the door of his o...
They handed him the letter and he began to read it, his legs dangling over the edge of the upper bun...
Page 96 1916. cancer of the stomach was again indicated, and preparations were at once made for an o...
He stood up, and from where I lay, he looked like a very tall column holding up the ceiling..
[Transcription begins]: Thursday1310 Dear Mom, Well honey, that old Clark stomach is acting up again...
SHE FELT she must lift her head neatly and take a deep, noiseless breath and relax her eyes here for...
Doctor Bouza? May I drop in at your office for a few minutes? Right-away-thank you. I\u27ll come rig...
Gone the flour-sprinkled apron, the wrinkled hand Tha t soothed my moistened cheek when lightning fl...
Lily knelt on her hands and knees in the center of the master bedroom, working a yellowed rag up and...
Twisting and turning recklessly It staggers out of the mountains, And, straightening, stretches out ...
As Mavis came out of the grey stone passage from the subway she was thinking, Darn this night air! ...
I stood just outside of Grandma\u27s bedroom. I could feel the palms of my hands become moist with p...
Agnes stared blankly at the fuzzy, unfamiliar ceiling above her. Rubbing a night of sleep from her e...
love . . . which needs some outward physical form of pain in which to express itself . .
Suppose your mother were a victim of cancer with every nerve responding hourly to the pressure of pa...
Dr. Remington left the quiet whiteness of the operating room behind him and opened the door of his o...
They handed him the letter and he began to read it, his legs dangling over the edge of the upper bun...
Page 96 1916. cancer of the stomach was again indicated, and preparations were at once made for an o...
He stood up, and from where I lay, he looked like a very tall column holding up the ceiling..
[Transcription begins]: Thursday1310 Dear Mom, Well honey, that old Clark stomach is acting up again...
SHE FELT she must lift her head neatly and take a deep, noiseless breath and relax her eyes here for...
Doctor Bouza? May I drop in at your office for a few minutes? Right-away-thank you. I\u27ll come rig...
Gone the flour-sprinkled apron, the wrinkled hand Tha t soothed my moistened cheek when lightning fl...
Lily knelt on her hands and knees in the center of the master bedroom, working a yellowed rag up and...
Twisting and turning recklessly It staggers out of the mountains, And, straightening, stretches out ...
As Mavis came out of the grey stone passage from the subway she was thinking, Darn this night air! ...
I stood just outside of Grandma\u27s bedroom. I could feel the palms of my hands become moist with p...
Agnes stared blankly at the fuzzy, unfamiliar ceiling above her. Rubbing a night of sleep from her e...