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(Jane wanted to be turned on her back right away. I told her that Orlene Gladston had called me from California this morning, to wish us a Merry Christmas and ask about Jane’s condition, and that my brother Loren, who at 63 is a year younger than I am, had called yesterday for the same reason.

(3:10. After a cigarette, and my doing some mail, Jane started reading yesterday’s long session, which I’d finished typing at about 10:30 last night. Before I went to the john I helped her hold the session papers on the left edge with her left hand—something I’ve been hoping she would become able to do, since it would add to her independence in reading. She started reading fairly well. When I came back from the john, she suddenly was able to grasp the right edge of the papers with her right hand—a totally unexpected development, one that I hadn’t expected yet at all. Jane uttered cries of approval. “Look at what I can do.” This feat enabled her to bring the session closer to her eyes, so that she didn’t have to read with it propped up against her knee—she held the papers where she wanted them. She could almost hold the papers up like anyone would, even though her arms and hands aren’t clear yet; but, she told me, they have changed enough so that she could now do this. Wonderful, I said. I stressed that it was a very important step, and that maybe soon I could take apart Personal Reality, as I had suggested doing some weeks ago, so that she could read it page by page.

(4:18. Good movements, head and shoulders and both feet. “See, that’s the impetus from the spine again,” Jane said, breathing heavily. “I’m trying to sit up again, I can tell, but I can’t do it from way down in the bed. It makes me feel all hot and itchy....” She’d talked several times earlier about feeling itchy, and the tingles, in various parts of her body, as though circulation was increasing.

(Now Christina was sounding off in jumbled English and Russian, singing bits and pieces of Merry Christmas, Happy Birthday, Georgia, and so forth. I worked on mail and watched parts of a football game and an old Humphrey Bogart movie until Jane said she’d have a short session. Now Christine was bothering me a little.)

(After turning Jane and massaging her with Oil of Olay, I took my usual nap. Just before I did Margaret Bumbalo called and invited me for supper. Jane was eating supper when Peg and Bill Gallagher visited between 6:05 and 6:16 or so. Bill noticed that Jane had put on some weight. He went next door and said hello to Christina in Russian. She was delighted—she kissed his hand.