Thanks to everyone for being here through it all.

No idea what’s coming next. That’s probably the way it’s supposed to be.

I’m here for the ride, and less shame from here going forward.

The more I learn about the risks he took, with kids, his elderly mother and his elderly grandmother (!) to care for, the more his success feels extra sweet. But there is an overlooked seed of his success, and that’s my mother-in-law — his hidden cofounder.

I began applying for and getting callbacks for product interviews. I began cooking again, working out. My dog got long, lovely walks and my husband got multi-course lunches. No one was unhappy. Then as I was packing up one evening, someone came knocking at my door.

tldr - looks very different from a 9-5. It isn’t an overstatement to say that at this super nascent “day 0” stage, everything can FEEL eternally on the brink of life and death. But it’s been such a ride.

When you’re running a business that is trying to be a force for social good and financial good, please for the love of g*d don’t condescend to your end user. Please root for them instead.

Yesterday evening I got to learn about Stanford’s new Masters in Clinical Informatics program by sitting down to dinner with a couple of their class. Julia, one of the organizers, had somehow managed to coax management into offering a formal budget for informal dinners at True Food (food was great) so the class could chat with healthcare startup leaders.

Tomorrow is the day that every women’s health / “fem-tech” (though I don’t prefer that word) organization will milk for all possible press value: International Women’s Day. Gird your loins, Linkedin! etc.