So here I am on Sunday night running around the house like a maniac packing up everything that is not nailed down for tomorrow morning when we head back to the hospital. I am anxious for the unknown and look at Daniel who is cool as a cucumber. I am trying not to think the worst and keep reminding myself that we are 99% sure that this time Daniel won't be experiencing the pain he had during the last stay in the hospital. At least that is comforting. We know that he will be sick because of terrible infection risks due to the chemotherapy treatment but kind of feel like we know what to expect. I absolutely hate that I may know what to expect. We have talked to Daniel about THIS TIME we know what to do when such and such happens, and NEXT TIME if this happens we can do such and such before... this is never something I wanted to be good at. Jesus who would. But once again Daniel rolls his eyes at me and says "I know mom" like any typical teenager when I know he is anything but typical. Not atypical because he has a rare type of cancer but atypical because he is extraordinary. He had a fun day with visiting friends and family, he had lots of food and video games, Monopoly and South Park. What a perfect Sunday at home. He doesn't seem anxious at all like me (no surprise). He knows what he has to do and he is up to the task. I guess I don't know what is going on inside his head but my guess is that it is exactly what he is letting us all see, that he truly is really okay with all of this and is ready to PASS GO and keep moving so he can try and win his game.