Mary and I had never talked much until the illness that was to take her life gave its first signals. My heart still warms-and constricts with sorrow-when I think of Mary. When her ever-youthful face brightened it was impossible not to respond in kind. There was a shyness in her smile, a touch of self-deprecation. She had been my patient for eight years, along with her husband and three children. Mary was a Native woman in her early forties, slight of stature, gentle and deferential in manner.
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