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(I found Jane very blue—even to the point of a few tears—when I got to 330 this afternoon. It was easy to turn her on her back, though, and she eventually ate an excellent lunch. She’d eaten well for breakfast, too. She’s only been taking Darvoset at about 5:30 AM, and before she goes down to hydro later in the morning—distinct improvements, I told her.

(She kept it up at 4:06. I thought her motions might make up for the actual session today. She began lifting her head and upper torso, moving it from side to side, with new motion and considerable success. I hadn’t seen her do this for years. It was another great sign, I told her.

(4:15. Abruptly Jane began flopping her head and rotating her left arm, holding the elbow up in the air, so vigorously that she cried out that she was getting dizzy. “What am I doing, Bob?”

(4:18. Now there was a general movement of head, torso, legs and feet. Jane’s whole body moved and twisted on the mattress, which flexed beneath her accordingly. She couldn’t have done this even last Monday. “What am I doing, Bob?” she asked again, surprised. “If I could just sit on the edge of the bed in a month, even.”

(I suggested she not worry about when she’d sit on the edge of the bed, that it was sure to happen in its own good time as her improvements continue.

(4:28. “I tried to do a little bit of that bicycle thing when I was in hydro this morning,” Jane said. “I could feel it work, but I couldn’t do much because you’ve got to keep yourself balanced on that litter.... Wow, right now I feel as if I could fall over.”

(4:30. More movements of the right arm this time, and the head and neck. The arm motions were almost as though Jane was leading an orchestra. I took her cigarette and ashtray away before she knocked them flying with her rapidly moving hand. I had a sense that the arm was moving almost by itself, somewhat uncoordinated, as if searching for its role with the body, or relearning for itself what it was for, what it could do.

(4:45. I was just about to turn Jane on her left side when she suddenly began to reach down outside her right hip with her right hand—easily a couple of inches farther than she’s been able to reach before. She did it several times. I could feel and see the tension in her taut muscles in the shoulder, above the pectoral, and in the elbow, as they moved. But she wasn’t overdoing anything by straining too hard. Then she rested.

(I turned her at 4:50. It was still tough going for her, but she did well. She’d done extremely well this afternoon. She ate an excellent supper, too. Congratulations, Jane.

(A note: Since this is a private session I can add this observation. When we were alone, after I’d turned her and made her somewhat comfortable, Jane made a sexual reference to me. “You’d better be careful, and not give me any ideas,” I said. This was very important, I realized later, for it signaled the revival of another interest in life for my wife. I’m going to ask her—for I wonder if even she realizes the significance of what she said....)