A piece of my mind. In the still of the night.

摘要

TEN YEARS AGO I SAT IN A SWELTERING, CROWDED auditorium with my medical school classmates waiting for the graduation ceremony to begin. I was eight months pregnant at the time and the baby was kicking my ribs under my heavy black gown. "If the dean talks too long, I'm feigning contractions," I quipped to my friends. I was ready for graduation, ready to be a physician, ready for my child.