She was bouncing back—finally I could perceive it, and trust that perception. It had taken almost four years—eighteen solid months of detox, analysis, psycho-rehab, chemo-and electro-therapy, followed by twenty-eight months learning how to relate to the real world again. But it was finally starting to pay off. I shook my head. It was absolutely staggering what the human body—and, more important, the human mind —could endure without collapsing.