Good news! I've had a poem accepted for inclusion in an anthology currently titled Migraine Expressions. My poem, "Cure," was "inspired" by witnessing another of my mother's migraine attacks one weekend this summer (and watching my father's assiduous caregiving).
Mom laughed when I told her about the acceptance, and asked for a commission. I suggested that maybe I can buy her a gift with the payment instead--so long as I don't select chocolate or red wine!
Although I wish my mother never had to manage this problem in the first place, I'm very pleased and encouraged by this happy development in my poetry practice. Needless to say, I'll continue to send my poems out (a set of three is beginning its snail mail trip to a literary journal today).