Now I think of it, I think I can award myself a gold medal, too. My son, who has been through very, very bad personal times, told me today that he 'wasn't unhappy'. I'm almost scared to put this in writing as it might be tempting Fate, but now I feel that I can do it. I know he's struggling financially, but is working and paying his rent, with little left afterwards. The last 2 years have been hard, but to hear him say that he wasn't unhappy (and this was just dropped into a conversation), made ME happy! The gold medal that I've awarded to myself is for not going off my head with fear - and I'm sharing it with other gransnetters who have given warm support to each other and to me when times have been really tough. 