Another night and I find myself unable to sleep because I can’t stop crying. I know that we are just embarking on the battle but the feeling of hopelessness sometimes is just too overwhelming. Its hard to stay positive when things just seem to continue to decline. I know that I need to take the lead and set the tone for the rest of the family but really it’s almost too much to bear. We have a grandchild on the way and it should be the best and happiest of times for my daughter as she expects her first child, but it isn’t. We are all painfully aware that there is a giant clock ticking someplace and at some point it will just run out — and then we have nothing. We will have each other, but we will be missing one of the most important pieces.