What does it mean?

Sophie slept most of the morning, peacefully.
I spoke on the phone with several people because it was Saturday.
Sophie is doing much better, I said.
I knocked wood three times each time.
Sophie woke up and ate some lunch.
I dressed Sophie and she reached toward my face.
Her eyes seem larger, more intent, when she doesn't have seizures.
She hasn't had a seizure in days and days.
I did one of those email prayer chains recently -- the kind where good things happen on the fourth day.
You won't believe it, it says.
I'm not counting, actually.
I put Sophie in her stroller and we started to walk down the street.
I saw my neighbor, who has successfully finished chemo for advanced ovarian cancer.
I asked her how she was, and she said good and then knocked her forehead three times.
We chatted and caught up.
I told her that Sophie was trending better, that she wasn't having seizures.
I did not knock wood.
Sophie had a huge seizure in her stroller, under the waving trees.
What does it mean?
I was dusting in my room, and a small thin bowl that holds some jewelry, casual, tipped over.
The necklaces and rings fell to the floor in a neat heap.
I bent down to retrieve them and heard Sophie -- a whimper.
I went to her room.
She was having a seizure, on the floor.
What does it mean?
Yesterday, I thought maybe they had stopped forever.
Today, a sigh.
Hope follows hope
Knock three times
Pray