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Caught an early flight this morning to Houston and have arrived safely. As I was sitting on the plane, left to my own devices, a sentimental streak came up on me. I got to thinking of how I missed the good old days of no major worries. My only worries were my homework, sports and what I would wear the next day. Before having to worry about nauseating stomach aches and the beginnings of an ulcer. Sleepy tired days due to sleepless nights when you're praying to fall asleep but unable to turn that switch off in your mind. Knowing that he is staying strong for me just as much as I am trying to stay strong for him. And when those defenses fall and the optimism recedes just enough, thats when the gravity of the situation hits you. Then I remember that God never gives us more than we can handle. I'm sure there is a lesson to be learned here if I would just listen. Maybe its love the one you're with, don't take loved ones for granted, or live life to the fullest. Whatever the lesson is we are taking one day at a time and its time to turn the optimism button back on. Tomorrow is a new day with hopefully better news for us. We begin with our pre-op appointments and will get to speak with Dr. Hwu and maybe get a better idea about any possible treatment options. Its time for some good news. Thanks for all the love and support. Talk at ya soon.