About Us

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.

Monday, December 13, 2010

A Good Day

It's been a good Monday.

As mentioned earlier, Adam took Logan to CHO for his platelet transfusion early this morning, which turned into a platelet-and-blood transfusion (as I'd guessed it might). His platelets finally dropped like a rock to 9, and his HGB was 7.9 so they decided to tank him up with both so we won't have to return tomorrow. The doctor who looked at him agreed that the white spot in his mouth looks like a mucositis-like ulcer, but also said it doesn't seem infected, which is good. He's still there receiving his blood as I type; things got off to a slow start because the bank was out of platelets, so they had to retrieve them from another location, irradiate them, and so on to get them ready for use. Which handily brings me back around to my usual plea of late: If you can, please donate blood and or platelets! It's sick season, and kids like Logan (and adults!) need them.

Anyway, his mood today is MUCH improved, per the conversations we've had over the phone throughout the day. The spunk is back in his voice, and he's spent some time in dictator-mode, which while annoying, also makes us laugh because it means he's feeling good enough to be bossy. Praise to God for that, as odd as it seems! Apparently he's been well-spoiled there today; the pheresis nurse, Nadine, brought him a dinosaur game, Philippa dropped off what sounds like a pretty comprehensive art kit, and Molly came by for a visit. (And Logan always likes a good Molly-visit!)

Meanwhile, Isaac and I took the chance to do a little one on one shopping. We hit Target (where I saw Emily, an old playgroup friend), The Dollar Store and the mall. I'd hoped to get some contractionating going, but no dice: Nary a ONE. I opted to find solace in a decaf peppermint mocha. It worked a little. :) Isaac seemed very amused to be out alone with mommy, having lunch at McD's: He ate every bite of his food, to my surprise, and made eyes at me the entire time. I hope he's ready to relinquish his baby-throne.

So that's our day. Adam said that he and Logan would be leaving the day hospital at closing time, 5:30, which will allow him to receive just about his entire transfusion. Definitely makes for a long day, but at least it's a day to sing praises over instead of one that's trying.

Thank you ALL for your prayers and please continue passing on the word! Prayers are amazing, amazing things: Sweet nectar to God's ears. (I know that's corny, but it just came to me so I had to type it.) Happy evening.


  1. My 18 and 21 year old want to donate blood for Logan. Do they give his name to the nurse at the ARC? So glad he is feeling better--will continue to pray often for complete healing! Joanne

  2. Talk about a happy dance! So thankful for the continued good news : ) I think we will channel a few extra prayers to that strong minded boy in the mommy motel, so that he will come out and join the real party. Prayers for complete healing continue. Goodnight. Sharon

  3. EXCELLENT! Love hearing about your good days. You need them. We are praying for you guys every day.

    by the way, I love the way you write.

  4. Praise God for a good day, and may there be many more coming.