In the spring of 1918, as I had not regained my normal state of health following a major operation some six years previous, I became obsessed with a morbid fear of losing my son, a boy of eight years of age, who was frail and delicate and almost constantly under the care of physicians. At a seemingly critical time for him, I became very ill with yellow jaundice, pleurisy, and pneumonia, and was being attended by a physician.
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