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(Jane told me that Fred Kardon was in to see her this morning. He’s going away for a week —to Florida—just when we may need his cooperation. Fred hadn’t heard from Pete, she learned. Jane said she explained some of the insurance situation. Fred told her that the other places had rejected her because of the ulcers. No one had told us this—not even Andy Fife. Fred said the insurance hassle is “a matter of writing letters back and forth.” Jane wasn’t sure when he was leaving, but it’s probably tomorrow morning, or even tonight. I’ll have Pete try to get in touch with him first thing in the morning.

(At 4:25 Phyllis cleaned Jane’s ears at her request—and with the swab drew out of my wife’s left ear the drainage tube that she’d had inserted almost two years ago. It had worked itself loose. Phyllis said that probably the eardrum is healed. Then when she changed the patch on Jane’s nose, that protects against the hard bridge of her glasses, Phyllis discovered that the irritated and sore nose had healed itself under the patch, unknown to all, since the patch has been there a long while. She put on a new one, though, to protect the tender bridge of the nose while it heals even more. Jane wears her glasses many hours a day, though she still takes them off when she sleeps, she said.

(Then Pete gave me some surprising news: Jack Joyce has gone out of business in Corning, and is working for a convalescent home down in southern Pennsylvania, I think Pete said. No word on what’s happened with Graciella—I’d thought that match was one of those ideal ones. Pete is going to ask Carnevale and Niles if they’ll do our taxes. Another hassle, I told Jane.

(Jane had read my summary of yesterday’s events, holding the pages up with both hands in what already seems like a more normal way for her—as if she’d been doing so all along. She also showed me how she could much more easily turn her head from side to side, and around, than she has been able to. Very good, I told her—another sign. When LuAnn was in she replaced the new nose patch that Georgia had put on to replace the one Phyllis had put on yesterday—the first one had been too big, the second too small, the third one was just right.

(3:55. Then Jane said something very important—that when the guardrail on the bed in down on the left side, and the TV is pushed back out of the way, she gets the impulse to sit up in bed and swing her legs down over the side. Only she can’t straighten out her legs enough yet. But this is an excellent sign, I told her, and one that I hope develops.

(4:20. She showed me how she could open up her legs more than before, and extend the right one down more. She’d done this in hydro today also. She also noticed the difference in length of her legs, from hip to knee. “I think Fred figured I’d never walk again, so it didn’t matter what happened to the right one after I broke it,” she said. I agreed. She’d never had the leg in a cast or sling, as she had the arm.