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(The crew at the hospital did have a birthday party for me, and even though I knew what they were up to, it was still a delightful surprise, what with their obvious good will and cheers, the cards, and the food — more than we could eat, at least Jane and I. Mary, the head nurse, made the chocolate cake with chocolate icing. I showed them my fancy patterned undershirt as a joke, and received the appropriate ooh’s and ah’s. Even some strangers in the hall outside 330 saw it and laughed. I also blew out all of the candles on the cake — perhaps 25 of them — in one breath, which I don’t think staff expected I could do.

(I had a distinctly full feeling along about 2:30, and we still had food left over. I nibbled at it throughout the day, until I felt I’d better stop. Various people stopped in to wish me a happy birthday.

(Margaret Bumbalo called before I left Jane and invited me to supper, but by then I was full. I stopped at their house to get the spaghetti for tomorrow’ s supper. Joe is almost bald from the chemotherapy, and very weak, his son John said. They had a package of books for me also. John made me a scotch and soda, like I’d had there the other evening, and I began to feel its effects in no time. By then I was actually half bombed, so I didn’t get down to typing this session until 9:50 p.m.)