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(We did one thing, surprisingly, that made us both feel very good. Jane was telling me that an aide who took care of her this morning, and who is living apart from her husband and has three kids, looked at a second-hand washing machine this noon but couldn’t afford the $130 cost. “Tell her we’ll pay for it,” I said, or words to that effect. Maybe I said, “We can get it for her.” It would save her going to the laundromat to do the wash, though it made no provision for the drying part of the chore. Jane at once enthusiastically agreed. As though on signal, the aide came in to empty Jane’s Foley, and we explained our idea to her. Predictably, she said no at first, but we talked her into it.

(“No one’s ever done anything like that for me,” she said. We explained, not in great detail, that others have helped us. It was decided I’d give her the cash tomorrow, rather than have her or the store send me the bill. She couldn’t believe it. She kissed each of us. We asked her not to tell anyone, though I expect she’ll tell Georgia, her closest friend in the hospital. She thanked us again before she left work.

(August 23. This morning the ringing telephone got me out of bed at 5:45 a.m. It couldn’t be anyone except someone at the hospital, I thought as I ran out of the bedroom. It was Shawn, the night nurse. I talked to Jane: “I’m not dying or anything, but could you come down now? I’m so uncomfortable …”

(I fed the cats and shaved, and arrived at 330 before 7:00 a.m. Jane was very sore. I got two night-shift aides to help me get the chuck out from under her, and we gradually got her more comfortable. She didn’t look so hot, with her face all screwed up in pain. Darvoset helped calm her down. I saw that the swollen bubble of fluid on her left shoulder blade was way up — this was causing much of her discomfort. She didn’t know whether to stay on her side or go on her back at first, but the shifting of her position helped, actually. Mary, the head nurse, came in and I said the bubble should be drained to relieve the pressure. She agreed: “They’ll stick a needle in it.” She made a note on a chart and left, very pleasant — but no action was taken during the day. No doctor showed up.

(At breakfast Jane said that later today she wanted to have a short session if at all possible. She seemed to feel better as the day progressed. I’d taken the notebook with Chapter 9 of Dreams to the hospital with me. I was working on it when she told me to shut the door and get out the notebook for sessions.

(I had good results from massaging Jane’s limbs and helping them to move. This noon she sampled several different foods, to my surprise, some things dietary had sent up on her tray for me, at the request of Georgia. I’ve seen a little improvement in her eating the last few days, but today is the best so far.)