I immediately felt drawn into "The Tincture of Time" by Elizabeth L. Silver. Abby's Brain bleed is very serious. None of the doctors seem to know why it has happened. There are months and months of MRI's and other tests. While caring for her baby, Elizabeth L. Silver's mind traveled many different ways. Nothing seemed to escape this mother's mind.

In the Memoir, her thoughts travel from Faith thoughts to philosophical ones. She begins with this "tincture of time." Then, travels over to Macbeth and Hippocrates. Although some of her thoughts are above my head, they were still beautiful in writing. There is also Medical Art. Never having heard of Bioart I lost myself in the photos on the Internet.

Since the author is a lawyer, there is much to learn about malpractice. By forty years old, many doctors will have experienced one suing for malpractice. Elizabeth L. Silver's father, a doctor, suffered his share of traumatizing moments while practicing in the field. What a surprise to learn about the father of Abby's brain tumor.

What isn't in this memoir? Almost everything you can name in the human experience including Elizabeth L. Silver's Jewish experience. Along the way, there is the suspense of learning about Abby's growth development. By the way, "(Medical) Uncertainty" does exist. Still, there is grace and dignity shown by those involved with this little life. elizabethlsilver.com

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