This is the front of Lucille Packard Children's Hospital. This long narrow walk way can be the most oppresive & lonely trail to the parents of a sick child. Everyday last summer as we would walk towards the entrance, Terri and I would steel ourselves in preparation for the news that usually awaited us behind those doors. This morning I asked myself, "are the storm clouds above a foreshadowing of the day to come? Will Matthew be extubated today?"