What I learned in those first few hours, first few days, is that my body would keep going. It took me a while to realize I was still breathing, my lungs just knew how to inhale and knew exactly when my mind needed a very slow exhale. The clock kept ticking and the world kept moving. I relearned this same lesson last night when Sloane's chemotherapy started. I held that baby girl tight to my chest for 4 straight hours as she innocently slept away. The nurses kept telling me how great she was doing and I'd let another tear fall and gently nod my head "thank you". Sloane had surgery yesterday morning to get her port placed and we got admitted to the oncology floor at Riley following surgery. She did great during and after surgery. She is SO so strong. She will be receiving chemo every 4th week for 2 days at a time and for a total of 6 months. We met about 25 doctors and nurses and have loved every single one of them. I can't say enough amazing th...