Morning Glory

After what seemed to have been a much-improved night (and I say it that way because I wasn't the one in the room with Logan; as a self-respecting preggo, I was beached in my own bed, trying to eke out as much sleep as possible before the baby comes), there's peace this morning at our house. His mood is improved, he's talking more and just seems to be in a somewhat better spirits overall. There's still a healthy amount of crank involved and he's not 'Logan', but he's a better version of Chemo Kid, if that makes sense. (As an example, just a moment ago, I overheard him discussing the morning's plan with Adam. Adam said I'd be taking the kids to grandma's house while he'd be taking the blood to CHO. Logan said -- with more aggression that I've heard in his voice in a few days -- but you're NOT going to the hospital. You're going to the LAB. and then insisted that Adam confirm his claim.) He managed to avoid a fever once again, and although he's still coming close to that magic number at times, he's still below it for now. So thank you for your prayers and thank GOD for hearing us all.

It's almost a certainty that he'll need a transfusion of some sort this afternoon once his bloodwork comes back. Just looking at him, my guess is that platelets will be in order, and maybe hemoglobin, but he's not nearly as pale and his lips aren't as white as they typically get when the number is really low. So we'll see.

Since we're commanded to share when God does things for us and to revel in the joy that results, that's what I'm doing here. I don't know what the rest of the day holds, but am grateful for a little bit of morning glory.