A Life Unveiled, by a Child of the DrumlinsAnonymous
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A Life Unveiled, by a Child of the Drumlins
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Girls -- Biography; Women physicians -- United States -- Biography; Young women -- Biography
At the Doctor’s home that night I met her mother, who had one of the
sweetest faces I ever saw; it was framed in brown ringlets which hung
in a waterfall under her cap; her hair was less tinged with gray than
was her daughter’s--a sweet-souled woman, hospitable, with a good word
for everyone; a clinging nature that called out the protective instinct
in all who met her. I saw that the numerous relatives of the Doctor’s
leaned on her and looked to her as to an oracle, and that she lavishly
spent herself for them. It was “Dr. Sue” here, and “Dr. Sue” there; and
as I came to see more of her, I used to wish she could get away for a
long holiday and forget that she had relatives or patients depending
upon her. I have never known a life more beautifully and unselfishly
lived than that of this noble woman--so resourceful, so ready, so full
of reserve strength, even when worn and tired almost to the point of
exhaustion.
The business proposition which the Doctor made was that I share her
office, taking different office hours; pay the rent for a year, and
receive, in turn, the benefit of her office furnishings and medical
equipment. She would call me in consultation whenever she had an
opportunity, and turn over her practice to me whenever she went away,
as she would do in a few weeks, if I would come soon.
How my head whirled that night as I pondered the proposition! The
cost seemed stupendous--twenty-eight dollars a month for office
rent alone!--but on reaching home and talking it over with Father,
we decided to accept her terms. So in mid-July Father and I started
for U----, I with my trunk and books, my medicines, and few surgical
instruments, and Father with the money to pay a month’s expenses,
and a big fund of hope and faith in his daughter’s ability to make a
success of this momentous undertaking. When I look back and see how
inexperienced I was, how little I knew of the world and of life, I
wonder at my audacity; I wonder still more at the faith my friends had
in me, and at the confidence and respect which Dr. Wyeth showed in my
ability and opinions; but to such faith and confidence I owe largely
what success I have attained.
How busy Father and I were that first day, making my few purchases--a
small desk being the main one; making arrangements for my business
cards in the papers; ordering stationery; renting a lodging-room; and
looking up a boarding-place! I recall the gown I wore--a dark green
serge which Sister had made for me--very plain, as I had insisted, and
suitable for a staid physician.
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