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Issue 16 – Easter 2023


The Hem of His Garment

On miscarriages. 


I will never know her name, and I doubt I will see her again, but I’ll never forget the kindness of the nurse who gave me a long, sincere hug in the hallway of the local emergency room during my miscarriage on September 29, 2012.

More than ten years later, I remember her dark, curly hair, the fact that she had glasses, and that for a moment, she stepped outside of her professional duties and interacted with me in the most basic way: human to human. I was a suffering woman, and she was a woman who could support me. She was warm, comforting, and nearly the only source of solace I had that night, aside from the words of my husband. Other medical professionals I encountered in the emergency room that night were cold, disinterested, and unbothered. That nurse, whoever she was, was a balm for my fresh wound.

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About the author

Maria Servold

Maria Servold is the assistant director of the Dow Journalism Program at Hillsdale College. She is married and has three daughters.