for you right now, act like it. You tripped back there, but you picked yourself back up and continued on, didn’t you?” “Yes,” I said. She laughed. “What you should be saying is, ‘Yes, it was hard, but I did it anyway, and now I have the biggest female-generated endowment in the medical school’s history to show for it.” “You mean—” “God knows Harvard doesn’t need my money.” The bit of hope I’d been clinging to blossomed into joy. “Thank you,” I said. “That really means so much to me, and the medical school.” Nancy smiled at me. “Thank yourself.”
