To those who offered prayers and loving messages after the death of my mother and my illness, I wish you all love and thanks. You have no idea how it was balm to an aching spirit. Last night was the first time I slept after three nights without any. I dreamed that I was at a hotel in a Mall trying to get to my family and somehow I went outside and became lost. I ended up in a rail yard that supplied a coalmine. It was the ugliest place! I heard this train coming and then a voice telling me to get off the tracks. It was Stephen King and he beckoned me to safety. He gave me a cardigan because of the cold. He said Tabitha had sent it for me. I always felt better during cancer by reading his books. Now this message board is where I come to find compassion and solace. Thank you all so much. I will post more often when I am feeling a bit better. Love you all from the bottom of my heart.
