By Hiep Nguyen
An amorphous piece of clay spun on the pottery wheel. A gentle pair of hands made quick graceful movements, and within minutes a beautiful bowl emerged. I watched in amazement how simply my friend and pottery colleague brought a piece of art to life.
Any other day, she would have smiled and marveled at her creation, but not this day. This day she grimaced and gently wrapped her arms around her belly. Being a physician, I’d seen this face before — one of pain. In Holly’s case, it is one that I have seen too often during the last several months.