The anguish of Margaret's illness may be entering
a new stage. What I've been afraid of all along,
Margaret's becoming aware of the severity of her
disability seems to be happening. This evening's
dialogue:

JM: What can I do for you?
MM: Get me out of here.
    I can't move.
    I want to get out of here.

I kissed her and caressed her, promised her that I
would take care of everything. (What a lie!)  persuaded 
her to relax and to go to sleep, as I believe she has.
I hope that when she wakes she will again be less 
sensitive and more obtunded. We shall proceed 
"as way opens", but what if it doesn't?