Surprise tears

I never used to cry. I was always the stoic one, able to handle everything. Even when my mom had cancer, I held it together. Yes, I cried. But they were private tears, that only showed themselves when the news was fresh, I was tired or I couldn't talk to my mom because she was too sick. 

But I cry openly now. To family. To friends. To complete strangers. 

It always catches me off guard. Because its always at a different part of Eloise's story. Some times it's when I talk about her Los Angeles doctors failed us. The next time it's when stating her lack of diagnosis. Often it's when talking about what her and our future holds and the total unknown we are looking into. 

But the time the tears really just pour is when anyone tells us what a good job we are doing, or shows us an unasked for kindness. We have been shown so much love, from people we have known and loved for years, from new friends and complete strangers.