There are optimists and there are pessimists. In the hospital there's a third type: noncommitists. Probably not a word but it fits those who don't want to give false hope yet don't want to discourage or frighten family members of the ill ones. "Baby steps" and "very,very sick" are terms I've come to know so well that I dream them. The last three days we've heard more encouraging words than at any other time in the two months we've been here. We're feeling good and more hopeful than at any time so far although we're cautioned that she could still die at any time. Don't expect too much, don't get your hopes up too high. But I do have hope because I know my mamma is a fighter. She's already amazed everyone here, being in SICU longer than anyone many of the nurses have ever seen. Each "baby step" in a new day is a victory to be celebrated. And I will celebrate until a day comes that I'm forced to mourn. That day is not on my calendar.