"I belong to Gwendolyn" was the bold inscription on my chest in ornate traditional calligraphy, "Gwendolyn" in large print arced across the top of my chest and "I belong to" in small letters centered above it. I finally saw it, backwards, reflected in the mirror above Gwendolyn's bathroom sink on Friday morning. "Oh!" I exclaimed as Gwendolyn gently removed the bandage. "It's beautiful!" We had returned from our morning r...