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(While we were there Dr. S. repeated several times that he wasn’t a vascular surgeon himself. He called a colleague of his who was in Ithaca, and described Jane’s finger condition to him, but if memory serves he received ambiguous information again. Again, I thought the visit at least preserved the status quo for us, since I could see that more and more Jane was turning against the idea of preventative drug treatment for vasculitis, say, or anything else. She was convinced the finger would mend itself, and it appeared to be doing so in its own way. There are more normally-colored patches on it now intermingled with darker spots.

(I also knew she hadn’t wanted to keep the appointment, and that she blamed me at least partly for her keeping it. At the same time she said she wanted to talk to an “expert” on arthritis. I felt caught between these opposing ideas, and didn’t really know what to do. I figured there were reasons for the finger thing erupting so suddenly to begin with, and leading us against our conscious wills into the whole hospital scene at St. Joe’s, so whatever lessons there are in those experiences are still being assimilated. It wasn’t until we returned home Friday afternoon that I began to see how upset Jane had become by thoughts of arthritis, vasculitis, angiograms, clots, drugs, operations, etc. I kept thinking that she was on her way to adopting a stance in which she would turn against medical help and/or advice if at all possible.

(Over the weekend—beginning Friday evening—we were visited by Hal Williams and Rusty Carnarius, from Lancaster, PA. Hal of course is an M.D. and a homeopathic physician. They didn’t stay too long after being filled in on our situation, but the next morning Hal returned to offer his help. He showed us some techniques for massage, which were very helpful. He had a lot of other ideas that are contrary to generally accepted medical belief and practice, and we wished he lived closer. He even thought a thyroid gland could regenerate itself, as Seth has said. He represented a body of knowledge to us, then, that we wished we could avail ourselves of. He talked of driving up occasionally, but it’s a five-hour trip and wouldn’t work out very well from his standpoint.

(After tonight’s session, and echoing my own ideas of how adamant Jane was becoming about the medical scene, I said that it would be ironic indeed if her encounters with the medical establishment furnished the final great impetus she needed to divest herself of the symptoms and inflate recovery; anything to get away from the massively negative pronouncement of the doctors, to dump old ideas, to set the body free to heal itself.

(Very long pause at 8:31.) It was in its way a more controlled experience for Ruburt than even the weekend before. It was one hour’s experience, then, but of a very charged quality that aroused for both of you many of the issues, ideas and beliefs that had been simmering for some time. You certainly used it as a learning experience.