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(4:15. I noticed that the nodules on the knuckles of Jane’s left hand looked like they’d reduced themselves in size a bit. Jane said she’d noticed the effect also, and that in addition the larger swelling on top of her left wrist had also been reduced somewhat. So maybe the body is absorbing those growths, as I’ve been suggesting it can do in my dehypnotizing massages each afternoon.

(4:35. Sudden rapid rotating motions in the left arm. Then the left foot started going.

(Jane did well when I turned her on her left side. After I had a nap, after massaging her limbs with Oil of Olay, she ate another good supper. I read the prayer with her and left at 7:05.

[...] Jane’s left foot and leg began moving so much. [...] Then she discovered that she can now touch the pillow behind her left ear with her left hand—something she couldn’t do even a day or so ago. I remembered when she’d considered it a triumph to be able to barely reach her left ear with her left hand. [...]

(When I got to 330 Jane was lying on her left side with a pillow under her left leg, as well as the sponge between her knees. This system had been suggested by Toni, and seemed to work well, since it helped minimize the pressure on Jane’s left shoulder. [...]

[...] She had her left leg up in the air, head going up and down. [...] Then her left foot, then the left arm and the right foot moved. [...]

[...] After LuAnn gave Jane eye drops my wife’s feet both began going, left one up in the air. [...] Rest, the left ankle still flexing on the bed at 4:05. [...]

[...] Suddenly her left leg lifted clear of the bed, and Jane cried out and made other noises as the ankle began rotating again, quite flexibly. It seems the folded pillow under her left leg acts as a handy fulcrum for leg movements, offering her some support and confidence when she starts moving. [...]

[...] After a cigarette Jane’s left foot began moving quite freely at the ankle in a new way. [...] Left leg up, torso side to side—almost violent motions for my wife—excellent signs. [...]

(In answer to some questions I asked, she said that when she reads with her right eye open and the left one closed, she gets no double vision. When she reads with the left eye open also, she can still read, but gets a “ghost image” of whatever is in front of her—my paintings on the wall at the foot of her bed, say—on the typewritten page as a miniature image. Or she may see two images off her left knee if she isn’t reading, though one of the images is a good deal fainter. [...]

[...] Head, shoulders, left leg going like she was riding a horse. Left foot flexing. [...] She knew her left leg had been going well. [...]

[...] Right arm going good in a circle, left foot moving, heavy breathing. [...] Even as she smoked Jane’s left foot moved around, with the right one doing the same thing in miniature. [...]

[...] “Now it feels like my left thigh and belly is trying to straighten out,” she exclaimed. I could see her left hip moving. Left leg up in the air. [...] “See?” Then her left leg jerked up and down quite strongly, the heel pounding into the mattress. [...]

[...] Strenuous motions of the left leg up and down. [...] Not until I mentioned it did she recall her left leg pumping hard up and down. [...]

[...] The left ankle, say, would be one of the signs leading the way, then, or the shoulders or the head or the neck. [...]

[...] Jane began a series of motions again, her left leg going sideways, her head in rhythm also. Different motions were involved in the foot, and I could see the muscles in her left leg moving with the effort. [...]

[...] Left foot up in the air and flexing well at the ankle. [...] Left leg back and forth rapidly against the pillow support. [...]

[...] The left foot moved also. [...]

[...] Now her left leg started moving sideways at a rapid pace. [...] She groaned and cried and lifted up her left leg again. [...] “Now the right one has pulled away from leaning against the left one. [...]

(After getting her drops at 4:15, Jane began a series of movements with her head and shoulders, her left leg, then ended up moving her torso from side to side. [...] Left leg pulling up at the hip so it was free of the pillow beneath it.

[...] Jane asked for water, but her left arm began rotating so fast she couldn’t drink. Then the left arm went around and around. [...]

(The day was cool—39 degrees—when I left the house. [...] I picked up the mail at the box before I left—including a riotous letter from Saul Cohen, our editor at Prentice-Hall. [...]

[...] “So I did that for a good part of the evening—massaged first the right arm, then the left one, after they started to improve.” [...] I told Jane, also, that yesterday she had referred to a looser feeling inside her left elbow, a greater softness, so Seth was right: these particular improvements had been in the works, yet triggered by Jane’s suggestions. [...]

[...] The arm effects appeared after I’d left her last night; at around 7:30 she’d said to herself: “I want to have something good to show Bob tomorrow.” [...]

[...] “Your left foot is way up off the bed,” I said. [...] Her head and shoulder moved actively sideways—good motions, with her left leg pumping up and down. [...]

[...] I turned Jane on her left side before I left, shortly after 5:00, but I was back with the car within 15 minutes. [...]

[...] After Peg left Jane and I agreed that we’d ask Seth to comment on her broken right leg, and the stone. [...]

[...] This morning Judy and Gail Greene told her that the ulcer on her left elbow is about healed, and that the one on her left shoulder has a scab on it, which means it’s close to healing itself. [...]

[...] In the healing of the bedsores on the left elbow, and the obvious progress made on the left shoulder. [...]

[...] Nevertheless, Paul O’Neill’s son David was raking leaves as I left the house. [...]

[...] The left ankle clearly showed additional flexibility. “When that left foot starts to move it feels like its going to fly right off,” Jane said. [...]

(When I got to 330 this afternoon Jane pointed out to me that she wore no dressing on her right elbow or the little toes of her left foot. [...]

[...] The left foot and leg are okay. [...]

[...] Today was warm again — 42 degrees — when I left for 330. [...] She said that after I left last night she resolved to do what Seth had said, no matter what. [...]

[...] Otherwise, I’d left them home — something I’ve never done before. [...] After reading the prayer with Jane, I left at 7:25. [...]

(She had blood taken again before breakfast, from her left foot. [...]

He left you and he left your brothers something you hold in high regard. [...]

[...] He left you what he thought was the best he had to give you, a need for creativity that he could not express in physical terms. (Long pause, eyes closed, head down.) He left for your young brother a sense (smile) of sweetness, an innocent, untouched quality that will always sustain him.

He left for your middle brother (smile) a stubborn persistence that will help him if he uses it correctly. He left for your mother the questions she needed—what had she done that she should not have done; for that question was important for her development.

(Today, Christmas Day, was very cold indeed—below zero last night, and only 10 above when I left for the hospital this noon. [...] Peg and Bill Gallagher visited Jane at 11:00 last night, sneaking in through the emergency exit, Jane said, and left presents, including wine, for us. [...]

[...] She then proceeded to feed herself—awkwardly, it’s true, and with her left hand—but she managed to carry it through, to my complete surprise. [...]

[...] Georgia got us some ice and we each had a glass of the wine the Gallaghers had left. [...]

[...] This statue, with the row houses to the left and the street light: Following around the curve to the left you run into a better sectioned area, up a hill on a broad street now, then the street curves again to the left, and beneath it are rocks, that is, a rocky ledge down to the sea, I believe. To the right just before this last left hand turn and hill is a fairly low building where I believe our friends eat, or at least they visit here.

—Though there is a beach to the left and right, rather wide ones.

(“Yes [beach to left and right].”)

[...] I checked her left index finger: It bent at the middle joint more than it had several weeks ago, when the first movement occurred. [...] The one on her left shoulder is filling in and healing, that bothers her so when she lies on her left side. [...]

[...] They often happen when she moves her left arm, she said—the two sort of working in tandem. [...]

[...] She held the papers easily enough in her left hand, as usual these days. [...]

[...] Then her right foot, left leg, torso, all moved well. [...] Her left leg was up 4 inches off the mattress. [...]

[...] Jane was sort of blue as she lay on her left side. [...]

[...] She started lifting her left leg and foot up in the air, off the mattress and pillow. [...]

Now we find an old man with failing eyesight and partial cataract in the left eye, a hint of partial paralysis on the left side. [...]

[...] Perhaps hip level, to the left from my same position. [...] Some sort of a bay effect, to the left. [...]

[...] A peculiarity on the left side of the house. [...]

(Tonight at session time the small television set on its swivel arm was on, opposite Jane’s left knee. Her broken right leg [just above the knee] leaned against her left leg. [...]

(At 7:52 I turned Jane on her left side, read her the prayer after getting her comfortably (?) settled, opened a window a bit, and adjusted the TV. I left at 8:15. [...]

[...] “Great,” I said as Jane quickly left trance. [...]

[...] Right ankle and whole side of left foot itch—as do knees, to lesser extent. [...]

Forgot: during night my stomach muscles right side lower suddenly relaxed & felt fantastic—I didn’t realize they weren’t relaxed before—then left side of my groin itched & all the flesh went soft & relaxed (and sort of flabby).

How could such things “slip my mind”?—front ligament (or muscle) of left leg this AM. [...]