Help

Jennifer came down, and Ralph, and Sarah. Everyone helped. The community helped. The cancer support center in Kingston helped. My friend Amy was generous with her advice, and brought food to the hospital while we waited for Catherine’s turn. Friends brought suppers to the little family.

On the corridor wall of the main hospital, Catherine and I walked past a photograph of my father, who had once been the head of Memorial Sloan Kettering. We always stopped there for a minute, both of us wishing he were still here. He would say something gentle.