I’ve been sitting on this one for a while, because I didn’t want to ill-wish a positive trend, but I’m happy to report that my Mom is doing extremely well. She was in the hospital last week and came out a new woman. For the first time in years (perhaps decades) she’s . . . oh, I don’t know how to say it, but alive. She hasn’t had her youth restored, but she’s had some of her personality and vitality brought back. For so many years I’ve been dealing with a depressed, anxious, angry, paranoid, neurotic, hypochondriacal sick person, that it’s just amazing to walk into the room and see a fairly alert, rather sweet little old lady. I’m not sure what alchemy happened at the hospital during her last stay there; I just know it made her, and therefore me, happy. No matter how much longer this lasts, even if only a few more days, I’m celebrating each moment.