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(After staff had taken her vitals—temperature 96—Jane’s feet started moving. She could feel it in her right leg—she cried out as a muscle spasm ran down the right leg to the toes. She could feel definite changes as the muscles in the doubled-up right leg tried to straighten out, as she put it. Her head and shoulders moved a little.

(4:29. Jane’s left leg moved back and forth sideways, opening up at the groin. Her right leg suddenly started moving sideways also—but only a little comparatively. Yet the motion was noticeable for the first time—good progress, I told Jane. It didn’t last long, but it’s a start—a very important one with the broken leg.

(4:12. Her left foot was up in the air, rotating. Grunts and groans, talking to herself. The right leg moved a little. “The right leg can go too,” she chanted. “It’s all right, it’s all right....”

(I was shocked—because I discovered a vast amount of tension in her left leg. So much so that it was jammed against her broken right leg, and I had difficulty getting the pillow between her knees before turning her. Her whole leg was tense; I could feel the tension in all the tendons and muscles. I was amazed at the tension in the leg. [...] I began massaging the leg with Oil of Olay and talking to it. [...]

[...] After a nap I turned Jane back on her back at 5:35, and massaged her left leg again, doing a much better job this time. I told her I was “upset” at the tension in the leg, and wanted to see it dissipate. I could feel the leg respond. [...]

(During lunch Jane’s broken right leg and right foot were bothering her considerably after I’d turned her on her back. [...] I tried a little dehypnosis, stroking the leg and foot and talking to them. [...]

[...] 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. But when she lifts her foot off the bed, the leg is clear of the pillow support.

[...] Left leg up, torso side to side—almost violent motions for my wife—excellent signs. Jane felt motions in her hips and right leg and stomach—I could see them. Her right leg, which hadn’t moved much, felt “hotter than hell inside.” [...]

[...] More leg motions up in the air. [...] When my eyes are closed it feels like that left knee is way up in the air, and I can feel the impetus in the right leg to move. [...]

[...] So much force was used to shatter the table leg that a nail two and a quarter inches long, that I had used in my previous repair bout, was bent at an exact right angle. This nail remained embedded in the detached leg. Other smaller nails in the same leg were pulled through the detached leg and remained in the central pedestal.

(I repaired the broken legs with nails and glue, to insure a strong job; before, the legs had been merely dowel-fastened. This Wednesday evening the table performed as follows: Irish jigs upon request, vaulting up into the air while in Carl’s grip, chasing around our backs as Carl held it while we tried to keep up with it, skittering across the rug, knocking back and forth, and building up a very strong pressure indeed, when we tried to force the leg up in the air back down to the floor, or rug.

[...] A A obligingly built up the pressure again; pressing down, Carl saw that he used a hand pressure of 70 pounds, as measured by the scale, to get all three legs of the table back on the floor, whereas usually gravity would effortlessly draw the legs back to the floor when our fingertips were removed.

[...] More flexing of that leg—I could see the muscles in it moving clear up to the hips. [...] The left leg moved, particularly at the hip, again. [...] Now her right leg began moving more sideways to the right. [...]

[...] Now her left leg started moving sideways at a rapid pace. [...] She groaned and cried and lifted up her left leg again. [...] “Oh, my God, that’s the most I’ve done with them yet,” she said, meaning her legs. [...]

(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.

[...] Her left foot and leg went up in the air, the foot rotating quite freely. [...] I felt her right leg; the whole thing was tense and hard, from close to the groin on down. [...] I said I supposed the leg was tense so as to serve as a sort of splint for the broken bone near the knee. [...]

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

[...] More head and left leg and foot motions—rather strong. [...]

(Then she revealed that more and more she’s worrying about why the right leg looks so much shorter than the left one. [...] I’ve known for some time that a problem exists there as to why the leg is shorter-looking. [...] We’re supposed to have the confidence that the body knows what it’s doing, and will fix that leg in whatever manner is necessary.” [...]

(I said she may have to get a medical opinion, but that I felt that if they wanted to X-ray the leg tomorrow, she’d say no. I would dearly love to see the leg begin to relax, to straighten out to at least a degree. I’m terribly concerned at the stress involved in her holding the right leg so doubled up against her groin. [...]

(In short, Jane, the right leg is evidently to play a central role in your recovery — not only a physical one, but a vital one concerning changes in belief about the whole thing. Ironic indeed, I thought as I drove home, if the broken leg would serve as the last, final impetus toward clearing our psyches of the last of the old, damaging beliefs, so that the new synthesis can finally take place: the body can heal itself …

[...] 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. [...]

[...] I told Jane the swelling had decreased some more on her upper right leg and around the knee, which cheered her also. [...]

[...] “My right leg is moving, but I guess you can’t even tell by looking at it,” she said. [...] I told her the right leg was starting, and that was good. She lifted her left leg and moved the foot. [...] I reminded her that yesterday Seth had said the right leg discomfort was only temporary. [...]

[...] A few left leg motions. “It’s all right, don’t worry about the right leg,” Jane said several times as she lifted her left leg and rotated her foot at the ankle gently. [...]

(Then Jane told me that the night nurse, Toni, whom I’ve yet to meet, tried to help her lay on her right side last night, for the first time since she’d broken the leg. Oddly enough, the break didn’t bother Jane, since a pillow was used beneath the leg as a cushion—but, Jane said, her feet did, so she didn’t stay in that position for more than fifteen minutes. [...]

The improvement in the legs is continuing—the improvements taking place there because the legs worried him the most. More work than is apparent has been done, for the right leg had to drop considerably. [...]

[...] The legs are benefiting, and will continue to improve. [...]

[...] But it’s safe to say that her right leg is definitely showing signs of moving more. The sponge I place between her legs when she’s on her back keeps slipping loose.

[...] Head and neck, arms and hands, legs and feet all moved in concert. [...]

[...] Jane could feel the knee of her right leg moving. [...]

[...] However, we’ve been extremely pleased to see that in the last couple of days her legs have acquired a good deal more movement at the knees: her toes spanned a distance from front to back of a good six inches as she swung her legs back and forth. [...]

[...] I asked her to rest her legs at times, for I didn’t want her to develop soreness that might bother in future days. She kept saying her legs wanted to move. [...]

(She was also able to alternately move her legs rapidly back and forth a good distance, instead of in unison all the time. [...]

[...] Before I took a short nap before supper, I massaged Oil of Olay into Jane’s hands and feet, arms and lower legs. [...] I can now massage the thigh and calf of her broken leg in a way impossible to do even last week, and I can feel changes taking place in that more immobile leg of the two. [...]

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

[...] Her head and shoulder moved actively sideways—good motions, with her left leg pumping up and down. [...]

(Some interesting developments occurred as I prepared to rub her legs with Oil of Olay, as I always do before turning her on her side. [...] Her leg began to quiver and the foot also moved. So did her head and shoulders as I massaged the leg for some while. [...]

(I found the same relative situation with the right leg. [...] Jane cried again, and kept on making a series of low moaning sounds, eyes closed, as I worked with the leg. I could tell she was both afraid of my touch, that it hurt, and that she hadn’t expected the response in the leg or the motion.

[...] As I propped her left leg with the pillow, I discovered that it would still move, for the tendons were still soft. [...]

[...] Jane was bothered by leg and bladder spasms at the same time. She said her legs worked well in hydro this morning. [...]

[...] I said it seems the legs are on their way to clearing themselves more—that the jerky motions result from unused muscles trying to get back into the rhythm of everyday motion. [...]

[...] When it is over he will have far better use of his arms and legs, as they will work together more smoothly. [...]

[...] 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. [...] “See, this other leg’s trying to do it too,” Jane said. More and more the more inactive right leg and foot show signs of wanting to join in the daily dance of motion. [...]

[...] She said that when she was alone in hydro this morning she felt her right foot [of the broken leg] lift up spontaneously at the toes. [...]

[...] Left leg back and forth rapidly against the pillow support. [...]

There are definite improvements in the legs themselves, as Ruburt realizes, and in the feet. Mobility in the feet is greatly improved, and the leg muscles are being released. [...]

[...] This time it is not a matter of doing as well as he can with bent arms and legs, but instead the work involves the correction of those difficulties to begin with. [...]

[...] Some muscles were released in the leg. [...]

[...] She woke me up crying at 4 AM, with flashing, shooting sensations in her right leg, from the hip all the way down to the foot. [...] I rubbed her legs for half an hour, then she fell asleep. [...]

[...] The hot, shooting sensations continued in her right leg, though to a lesser degree. Frank Longwell visited this noon, and massaged her legs also. [...]

(Sunday, April 26: After breakfast at 11:30—for Jane—I found her sitting with her legs propped up on a chair. The same sensations were running painfully down her right leg from the hip—but again, “they feel good by the time they reach my toes.”

The back leg muscles are considerably released from what they were, say, a month ago. This is allowing the front leg muscles to release. [...]

The legs are extending further, however, and sometimes when he walks in the bathroom this is quite obvious. [...]

[...] Once head felt very full on that side, then the moisture felt as if it were flowing downward; pooling in ear maybe, then down neck—all right side; then as I continue to write and try not to concentrate on all this—a feeling in right leg below knee of blockage for a moment; uncomfortable; I massage it just for a minute; the feeling of moisture then goes into right foot. [...] moisture or easiness is now in both legs so I feel I’m moving all together more; go to fix coffee, hoping I can get out of kitchen before laundry boy arrives; do dishes, and the kid comes. [...] The entire back of the left leg feels that way too, and as I write, it gets even easier. [...]

Stopped writing these notes; getting some more good ideas for my preface— but the good feelings in my leg and foot continue; I want to call out to Rob and tell him, but feel constraint; he’s working on Unknown; I’ll disturb him ... [...]