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Our family of 6 (dad Adam, mom Sherry, big sister Abby and little brothers Isaac and Brady -- who was born on December 14, 2010) joined the ranks of pediatric cancer fighters when our 4-year old son Logan was diagnosed with a dangerous and highly malignant form of brain cancer in mid-August 2010. Logan's cancer journey began abruptly on Sunday, August 15, when his right eye suddenly turned inward during dinner. Twenty-four hours later, we were checking into Children's Hospital Oakland and finding out that life sometimes takes you places you'd never, ever imagine yourself going.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

It wouldn't be Thanksgiving...

... without a little drama. That's what Philippa said when I called her a little while ago to report our afternoon trauma. The short story is that Abby and Logan decided to play doctor (as they also did yesterday). Both wanted to be the physician, and a fight broke out over the stethoscope. Somehow, and I still haven't figured out exactly how it happened, Abby yanked his chemo line partially out of place, which resulted in a small amount of bleeding and, as I wrote, a slightly displaced tube.

Adam whisked him off to CHO 15 minutes ago to have it evaluated. Philippa said he'd have to have a chest x-ray and then compare it with the original to make sure it's still in the correct place. If it is, we're a-okay. If it's not, well, today just got much more complicated. Chemo port replacement was definitely not on our holiday to-do list, so I'm praying that it'll look fine and they'll be home again this evening.

Abby is absolutely beside herself over the whole thing, sobbing that she didn't do it on purpose, she didn't know that could happen, it's not her fault. I've assured her -- repeatedly -- that we're not upset with her, the doctors aren't upset with her, and that we know it was an accident. But still, I'm exasperated. I can't count how many times I've told all of the kids how easy it is for Logan to get hurt right now, and how extraordinarily careful we have to be around his lines.

But, well, it is what it is. At least things had been going well up til that moment. His numbers from this morning were great; his WBC count rose to 5.4, platelets were up to 44, and hemoglobin held steady at 8.4. So until I hear otherwise, I'll just think of this as a crappy little bump in the holiday road.

Thanks for your continued prayers!


  1. Oh poor girl, it's not her fault. My friend accidentally dislodged her son's g-tube in a bath, it happens. Happens for nurses too :-) xoxo, hope it's in the right spot and a replacement doesn't need to happen.

  2. Things happen all the time. I hope she can forgive herself. Hoping Logan is OK too so that you have a great holiday at home.