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(No session was held on Sunday, December 18, but I want to summarize the day’s events, for some important points evolved.

(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.

(However, this morning, Jane said, Fred was amazed at the way the large ulcer on the outside of her right knee is healing itself. Jane told him she wants her legs to straighten enough so that she can start sitting up. Fred said they had a way to go. In reply she said, “Bob and I massage and exercise them every day.” That was all.

(Phyllis took care of Jane this morning. She hadn’t examined my wife for some little while, and so was quite surprised at the progress. She told Jane that all the kids on the floor really admire her for the way she “withstood all that pain and agony.” Then added, “Those antibiotics must have done you a lot of good.” Jane laughed and said, “Phyllis I haven’t had any antibiotics for months. I just told myself I’d get well.”

(Luke and Lois Hutter were visiting her house and husband and kids out in the country, Phyllis said, and she called the house to see if they’d arrived yet. I talked to Luke on the phone—at first, I could tell, he didn’t know who I was. But he sounded the same after I became a little more familiar with his voice.

(We were so busy, even being interrupted while I was taking my nap, that we never did get to have a session. Nor did Jane do any movements that I noticed—for the first time in a long while. I read the prayer with her at 7:00 PM.

(This morning I called Pete Harpending, and passed on the information from Jane that Fred Kardon was out of town this week—on vacation in Florida. “Not bad, huh?” I told Pete about the prospective evaluation by the people from the infirmary a block away, and mentioned to him that Jane didn’t want to be moved. Pete told me that he’d called Mary Krebs back, or that she had called him, a second time on that first day last week—Friday. Then later in the morning I had to call him back to tell him about Ms. Murdock in social services, and the 16-hours-a-day private nursing proposal in connection with the infirmary.

(In between those calls, Steve Blumenthal called, and I told him that Jane and I had decided not to go through with the tape deal. It was harder for me to tell him than I thought it would be, since I didn’t want to hurt anyone, etc. Steve took it well, and is going to use up the retainer he gave the Ithaca lawyer to have her ask Prentice-Hall some questions, etc. It’s a free country, I said, he can ask them anything he likes, I suppose. I turned down his request to sign a letter of authorization. I said that I didn’t want the extra stress involved with the tape deal, that we’d dealt with our publisher for many years, and that I didn’t look forward to being in an adversarial position vis-à-vis them. I’m in enough adversarial positions now, what with insurance companies, doctors, infirmaries, and so forth. Steve is to keep in touch.

(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.

(3:50. The time seemed to scoot by without our getting anything done. A new nurse came in to do all of Jane’s vitals. LuAnn had told us she was coming.

(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.

The impulse was always present, but earlier it was buried beneath the conglomeration of negative mental and physical habits. Those habits are indeed dissolving. When Ruburt is alone he has begun to exercise on his own, and indeed the manipulation of those pressure points on the temples is very important, and has further helped in the release of arms and shoulders.

(4:10 PM. “That’s not bad, considering the time,” Jane said, pleased that she’d had the session after all of the other events of the day. I was very tired and relaxed. I hadn’t used the pendulum, for example, but I suspected that I was reacting to calling off the tape deal. I was still worrying that I’d hurt others and cost them money, though.)

(4:40. She agreed to have me turn her over on her left side a bit earlier because I was tired. First she tried to do it herself, but couldn’t quite make it. She did do it this morning, though, she said. She’s tried it several times with me, but hasn’t succeeded yet. But she’s improving here also.