From Mme Martin to her brother Isidore CF 178 - December 1876.

From Mme Martin to her brother

December 1876

My dear brother,

You put death in my heart with your operations. I know enough about it to be sure that my days would be shortened by it. Please, let me live and don’t try to find a doctor who says the same as you. We like Doctor X, and you trust him since you’d asked me to consult him. I told you the whole truth. He is far from advising me to have an operation. If you don’t rely on my word, write to him or come speak with him.

Finally, to make you happy, I’ll go to Lisieux on Saturday (December 23). I’ll leave at eleven-ten in the morning.

I’ll spend Christmas with you. I don’t want to go to Paris to consult with a doctor right away. I trust Doctor X and Doctor Notta completely.

Good-bye, until Saturday. Don’t worry, you’ll see that I’m not dying, I’m absolutely fine except for this little booboo with which I can live many years, if they leave me alone.

You know that it’s a period of fasting, and I’m fasting because I’m not sick enough to exempt myself. So don’t get anything ready for me, please.

Marie is not coming this time.


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