It’s 11:30pm on a Friday night and I am sitting in a hospital room next to my sleeping daughter who turns 8 months old tomorrow. She received her second round of chemo this morning, but despite that she has been up and smiling most of the afternoon and evening. Getting her to smile the last over the course of the last month and a half has been a chore. With all that she is battling, I am sure smiling is not on her “to do” list right now, but to be honest that smile is something I have missed dearly. I am glad she is young enough to not know she is sick but that doesn’t make up for what she is going through.