An Upswing

As any self-respecting quasi pessimist would do, I'm holding my breath as I type, but Philippa called a little while ago with Logan's bloodwork results from this morning's draw. Platelets were 39, Hemoglobin 9.4, and WBC count .2. She was pleased for a few reasons. For one, a platelet level of 39 means he doesn't need to go back to Children's for a transfusion tonight. Yay! And two, the .2 WBC suggests that recovery is indeed beginning and at day 18, we're still within the 'normal' range. Yay again! Thank you Jesus.

However, after last month's infection and resulting disaster, I'm gun shy about WBC count results. Please pray that recovery continues and that we see a sharp increase in WBC count with Sunday's draw. He really (really) really wants to get out of the house a little. He got mad at me this morning when he asked if we could go to Costco to get pizza and I said not yet. (Then after Philippa called this afternoon and I told him she'd said his numbers were getting better, he smiled his huge Logan-grin and asked if we could go to Costco yet, haha. I told him not quite yet, but hopefully in a few days. His smile got bigger. Just one reason to love this kid like crazy.)

So that was this afternoon.

This morning I decided to challenge myself mentally by driving to the preschool and visiting Logan's class during their Thanksgiving Feast. I knew that he's been something of a 'silent' classmate this semester, with a cubby with his name on it in place and prayers said for him each day. It was much harder than I'd expected: I considered bailing on my plan shortly after leaving home, simply because I wasn't sure if I'd be able to abate the tears that already stung at my eyes.

But I forged on anyway, and it wound up being a good decision. It was nice to see and talk with several friends. It was good to share our journey first-hand and to proclaim verbally what Christ has done for Logan and our family thus far. I've always been shy about that; I'm not a super shy person by nature at this stage in my life, but I've been one to hang back when it comes to expressions of faith. There's always been something vaguely embarrassing about professing Christ and giving testimonies. This experience is teaching me to be bolder with my proclamations; to not fear what others may think or say about me for sharing the truth of what's going on with us and for espousing -- and owning -- the words that are written on my heart. Because as time goes by and I see more and more amazing things come to pass, I believe more and more that it's all true and real.

It's my prayer this afternoon that someone reading this will take a fresh look at the concept of faith and how -- and more importantly, why -- it does or doesn't apply in her life.

Thank you as always for your invaluable prayers and support. Please do keep interceding for total healing for Logan and for peace and hope for our family. I know God hears us all and I can feel the tingle of good -- no, amazing -- things on the horizon. And I want all of you to be witnesses to those things!