Optimism returns in many ways, from a good laugh with a friend, to a hug from my mom. I know that right now I do not know what my body is going through and I haven't given up the thought that it could be something minor or nothing at all. I may not have mentioned that in previous posts, but the thought is there. I would like nothing more but to be all right. I don't feel sick, don't seem dragged out like I did, so it makes me wonder, and it makes me hope.