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(A canker sore that began to erupt at supper time last evening really bothered me while I tried to sleep. I was up three times, and this morning it seemed the swelling and tenderness were worse than ever. To cut the story short, I’d used the pendulum last night, and it insisted that I’d developed the canker out of worry because I wasn’t answering fan mail.

(As I shaved, I felt the improvements continue — again, as if by magic. I said thanks to my subconscious. I’d felt so rough when I got up this morning that I’d considered seeking emergency medical aid — very rare for me. Through the day the improvements continued: supper was easier going than breakfast and lunch had been. And once again, I’d reinforced my faith in that simple tool, the pendulum — for me, at least.

(I’d left the house a little early this noon so that I’d have a bit of extra time to go up to room 522 at the hospital, to see if Joe Bumbalo was there — but he wasn’t. I made the trip again after leaving Jane, and this time found him. We had a pleasant exchange for about half an hour. Joe lay in bed with his eyes closed the whole time, although he alertly followed our talk. He goes back on chemotherapy tomorrow. Margaret told me a couple of days ago that he’d gone back in the hospital because of uncontrolled blood sugar. This evening she told me the doctors were controlling the diabetes with insulin so Joe could accept the chemotherapy.

(When I pulled into the driveway at home, John Bumbalo came walking out of his garage with a large piece of lemon pie for me. Margaret and I had been kidding about her lemon pie at the hospital. She’d called John as I drove home.)