a letter to Wilhelm Conrad Roentgen - discoverer of x-rays

Dear Mr. Wilhelm Conrad Roentgen,

If you only knew what your discovery would do to a wretch like me!  What it would do for me!

There is no doubt that your discovery saved me.  My pain that emanates from the inside in undetectable to eyes that the search the outside surface of my skin - skin that is visually impenetrable.  Or so I thought!

I sat up in bed and the machine came to me!  Came to me of all things!  I simply had to don a heavy skirt and sit still in front of a large rectangular plate.  There was a camera-like apparatus that hung down in front of my chest.  The technician arranged these apparatuses around me and then left the room!  She left me with these machines surrounding my body!  Me, the machines, and the heavy leaden skirt.

She came back within a matter of seconds.  I switched positions.  She left again.  I knew this time, though, that she would be back.  She wouldn’t leave me with these penetrating machines.  She just couldn’t do a think like that.

Before I knew it, it was over.  And then, I waited.  I laid in my hospital bed and waited.  I didn’t know what these doctors and technicians were searching for.  All I knew was that the pain in my chest was so severe, but I couldn’t look into my chest cavity myself to discover the cause of pain.

I waited.

Yours truly,

Meredith