Physical findings
I spent most of my 2010 wedding day in the emergency ward of my local hospital. Instead of exchanging vows, I was desperately trying to convince the doctors there not to call elder protective services regarding the woman who was about to become my mother-in-law. She had been preparing for the marriage of her youngest son for weeks. Between cooking for more than 200 guests, pressing all the wedding finery, and trying to educate the American bride who would be joining her family on Vietnamese traditions, she kept telling us she was “so tired”.
