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#1974: Willa Cather to Elsie Cather, [April 8 to 29, 1934]

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Dear Sister1;

No, I did not have a prayer book, and it was good of you to send me this lovely one. This year I was so fretted by my hurt wrist at Easter time that I was especially glad to have any sign that my family remembered me. I would have thanked you long before this, but writing has been impossible for me, as my wright hand got so tired keeping me clean and dressed. My left hand3 is still in splints. I have electric treatments and massage for it every day. It is not nearly so painful as it was six weeks ago, but everyone seems to agree that a badly sprained tendon takes anywhere from six weeks to three months to recover. Besides massage and dia-thermy I have to keep my hand in hot water for an hour in the morning & half an hour at night, so I really have become a trained nurse with one patient! I am always on the way to a doctor or on the way from one. If anyone in Lincoln4 should ask about my arm, please say it is doing very well—I don't like sympathy except from real friends, you know. I've written5 to Mary Creighton6 just how my arm really is, so the home people know.

Roscoe7 has been to Red Cloud8 for me to save what he can out of the wreck.9 I'll send you his letter someday, and a copy of his report on the investments Will Auld10 made for me; about half of them seem to be all right, the others pretty worthless.

Someday I will be able to write you a real letter again. Josephine11 and Edith12 are very patient with my infirmities. Edith has to do up my hair, and Josephine puts on my corsets for me!

Love to you, and many thanks for my Easter present, dear sister. Willie