I woke up very early this morning and it occurs to me that we have a tendency to bury our feelings in the midst of great challenges. After all, dads are supposed to be tough through all of this. I look out the window and I am overcome by the sunrise. I have always found that sunrises and sunsets are a time of calm and a time of peace. I find myself reflecting. It brings tears to my soul to think how difficult this journey has been for Nick. As I ponder the sunrise and the new day, the only sounds in the background are the whirring of the pumps in his room that are delivering his fluids and medications. His nurse comes in to draw labs to determine whether the chemo levels in his body are low enough to allow him to leave the hospital. Praying gets very technical these days: “we need a methotrexate level of .09 so that we can go home”. It is a new day, armor is back on and tears have all dried up.