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It was a beautiful springmorning full of thepromise of another lovelyMelbourne day.I had not sleptvery much at all that night,as Iwas extremely worried about mydaughter Caroline’s health.Myhusband,Frank(a senior patholo-gist at the Mercy Hospital),lyingbeside me,must have been aware ofmy tossing and turning.He took my hand.It was 7am,
It was a beautiful springmorning full of the promise of another lovely Melbourne day. I had not sleptvery much at all that night, as Iwas extremely worried about mydaughter Caroline’s health.Myhusband, Frank (a senior patholo-gist at the Mercy Hospital), lyingbeside me, must have been aware ofmy tossing and turning.He took my hand.It was 7am,