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(She ate well. After lunch I explained the situation about the hospital being 30 days late sending her medical records to Blue Cross in Syracuse, their denial of the major medical claim, the $10,000 I’d given the hospital on her current bill, and the payments I’d arranged on the old bill we still owed from last year—all of this just so she’d know what was going on. I also explained that I may get a copy of her medical records for our own files.
(3:01. Jane began reading yesterday’s session. She did better than she had yesterday. I helped her some also. Then we went over most of the material in all of the previous sessions, for they contain many excellent points. During this time Jane moved her arms and hands—which look better—and various other portions of her anatomy.
(Jane described a dream she’d had last night, a very positive one, she thought, in which she’d looked at her face in a mirror for the first time in a long while. She saw her features with their old familiar contours, was pleased, and thought that with a little makeup she’d look fine. “I don’t have the guts to really look at my face yet,” she said now. “The last time I did—some months ago—I thought I looked terrible, with a double chin and my face bloated all out of shape....” I told her her face wasn’t bloated out of shape, that it looked much better, and that she appeared to have a double chin because of her position in bed. Perhaps she half believed me. It was approaching time for people to start coming in to check her vitals when she said she’d try for a short session. She was on her back, of course; her Seth voice was okay, good but not too loud.)
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(“In a funny way, I’m better here, now, than I was when I was home,” Jane said. I told her that I expected her to be in good shape when I got her home again. Earlier today I’d suggested that she visualize herself sitting at her desk in the breezeway, writing—and without giving a thought as to how she got there. Let the healing energies of the body take care of all that stuff, I’d said.
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