The final story in the book dealt with something I actually have a bit of personal connection to: the author's daughter's severe allergies, which resulted in horrible eczema and, later, a risk of anaphylactic shock if she's exposed to the wrong thing.
My youngest niece has had eczema her whole life, for similar reasons, and there are times I think "she has never had a moment in her life when she was not itchy" and "I worry that she'll never have a non-itchy moment." She's six now. She worried about meeting other children because she thought they might think she looked like a mummy (my sister sometimes wraps her arms and hands in bandages). My sister and I both winced when she said she wanted to be a cowgirl when she grew up, brushing off the whole allergy thing as something you don't have as an adult (my sister has hoped that she'd grow out of her allergies, which she seems to have interpreted as "I will definitely grow out of them").
O'Farrell's experiences with doctors were very much like my sister's experiences with military doctors - one useless steroid cream prescription after another - although the main difference is that my sister knew to suspect allergies. She just couldn't get anyone to finally refer her baby to an allergist.
Unfortunately, O'Farrell switched back to second person (it at least seemed more appropriate this time around) and then went on and on. One thing that struck me, that had actually occurred to me back in a previous chapter, when O'Farrell wrote about her boyfriend admitting he'd cheated on her, was that, although the chapter was about her daughter's brush with death, O'Farrell kept turning the focus back to herself. Her own struggles with doctors, with finding something that could help her daughter's skin, her reaction to people's horror at seeing her baby. She even went back to before her daughter was born - the fertility treatments, her and her doctor's belief that they'd failed, and her surprise pregnancy.
In the chapter about her cheating boyfriend, she wrote about going to get tested for STDs, because who knows what her boyfriend might have given her. At the very end of the chapter, so quickly I almost missed it, she implied that the reason she'd invited a male friend of hers to come with her and get tested himself was because she suspected he had an STD himself (possibly AIDS?).
So anyway, I made it to the end. As I said in a previous update, this really would have been better if it had been article length. I'd say read the first story and quit there.