The Personal Records of a Doctor
8 March 1934
More progress being made. Resumed treatment Tuesday morning. Visible outbreaks becoming increasingly rare. Considered altering the dosage. Need to speed up recovery. She agreed. Helped that she's doing her share of the effort. Her self-control still astounds me. Even stronger now. Had to keep reminding myself. She's not like most patients. No, any patient. Yet at this rate, there's a good chance. Only a chance. That this may actually work. For her own good. For all of us.
Thought came up lately. It's been years since the Terror. Katherine, Wilhelm and Jacques were with the Convoy [1]. Was tending to some new arrivals when the news came. Still hard coping with their loss. Cousins, in-laws. Many others didn't make it either. Bridget had been lucky. Some of her friends and relatives managed to reach one of the last ships. Yet the pain didn't diminish. We weren't the only ones. Lovers, penmates, business associates, friends
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