The True Vyne

Me ma called this evening and sounded remarkably great. She told me her day started off horribly, but she's well on her way to something better. She spoke to each of my children just like she's done forever. Pooh Bear mentioned her new white Easter sandals. Tater and Wise One told her about the Wii game Zelda. Peace made a special effort to tell her, "You sound just like yourself now! Not like you just had brain surgery. I'm so glad to hear you sound good now."

I probably won't have another terrifying nightmare like I did last night where my mother was in excruciating pain and no one would listen to her as she cried out. Tonight maybe I'll dream about something incredibly sappy like unicorns, rainbows, and Teddy Bears.

To those whom have been so kind as to pray for her: your prayers seem to be making a difference. God, Our Healer, be praised.