She had seven sons (really), and the seventh was a healer. So she was absolutely certain that she was going to recover. Other family members spoke to the dead. Sometimes we would go back to the waiting room after our treatments so she could finish whatever story she was telling that day. The little cabal split up and all went our own ways when our treatments were over, but I hope she is still out there basking in her son’s healing vibes and telling her stories.