Never underestimate the power of a quilt
It was around last August that I made a quilt a little smaller than twin size for a friend in Japan ill with Parkinson's disease; she had constant back pain and other troubles and DH and I really thought she might not live long. A few months later--thanks to her enjoyment of the quilt, she claimed--she was making the effort to get out of bed and moving around a bit. She could only speak on the phone a minute or so, however, and it was obviously a great effort.
Last night I had another call. This time she was able to talk for around 10 minutes, and her voice was stronger. She wanted to report that, although she still has pain, she has reached the point of going outside their house, and they are planning to make a day trip to a place she wants to see; she will be in a wheelchair. She is also doing a bit in the kitchen now. She used to be a fantastic cook. She is still saying that my quilt is largely responsible for her feeling more cheerful and making these efforts.
There have been those who showed no appreciation at all for things I made for them, but I feel more than recompensed by this experience.
Just wanted to share the joy.