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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.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011


Business first: Logan's meth number this morning was a disappointing .12. Not an awful number in general because it's decent, but it means he's clearing late again, and he can't be discharged yet since it's not sub- .1. His nurse, Lauren (who also has a birthday today! -- Happy birthday, Lauren!), did a re-draw a few minutes ago so I'm hoping for the best; not necessarily doggedly hoping that it'll be below .1, but that God will make it what it should be in order to help the healing process along. There's so little clinical data on this kind of tumor that they don't know for sure what's best and what's not with regard to clearing. But God knows.

In addition, I'm SO pleased to report that Brady had a peaceful night (well, for the most part. He IS still only 4 weeks old so he likes to be up to eat a lot!) and seems to be back to his usual, calmer self today. Praise God! And thank you all for praying for him. I figure I ate something that didn't agree with him. I wish I knew what it was! But I do know that I'm now officially eliminating all traces of dairy from my diet. A moment of creamy bliss is not worth the hours of screaming.

Onward with my original intent here....

At the risk of sounding like Michelle from this season of The Bachelor (you'll absotively get the reference if you watch), I wrote the following last night in the restricted journal I keep elsewhere. I'd originally intended it to be private, but in re-reading, I decided I wanted to make it public because I think it's worth a read. (I hope that doesn't sound as conceited to you as it does to me.) It sums up my feelings on the past several months -- and actually, on the entire year -- quite well.


I'll be another year older in just a few minutes. Oh, 32, I'm not quite sure how I feel about you. I'm glad to see you go in a way, but it's also true that I've learned a lot during your tenure so I can't quite call it a 'good riddance' kind of departure.

While I've been 32, I've had a baby I didn't expect to have and felt my family come to completion for the very first time. I also got horrible, horrible news about another of my precious children that shook, stirred and devastated me in ways that are so close to my heart that I can't do the emotions justice with mere words.

Yup, that basically summarizes you, 32: Good and bad, joyous and devastating. Emotionally dichotomous. A year of opposites that've merged together to create a time that was nothing if not memorable. I think I've learned more about myself over the course of these past 364 days than during any other single year of my life.

I've learned that I'm both weaker and stronger than I'd ever thought. I've learned that even when I feel like I've been pushed to the edge, I can keep going. I've learned that when I can't keep going, it's okay to stop and rest in the Lord. I've learned that when I do reach the edge, it's okay to fall over because someone will be there to catch me. And that someone probably won't be someone I'd previously considered a good friend, rather someone unexpected who has no reason to be there for me other than a desire to be supportive. I've learned that there are many good people in this world, and that sometimes they want to help, so it's best to just let them do something.

I've learned that weakness isn't a fault, but a blessing because it forces you to re-discover your faith. I've learned that it's not easy to have faith but that it's essential to have it anyway. I've learned that prayer is the most incredible force in the world. I've learned to hope for the impossible and to expect miracles. I've learned to bite my tongue and smile when someone says just the wrong thing. I've learned that attitude may not be everything, but it sure means a lot.

I've learned that young children are the most amazing, resilient people on the planet.

I've learned that it's okay that I cannot control every aspect of my life. I've learned that there's good to be found in every situation if you open your eyes fully and allow yourself to see the big picture. I've learned that pain changes your perception, and not always in a negative way. I've learned that anger and bitterness are counterproductive. I've learned that I need to cry sometimes, and that if I just can't take anymore and break down where someone else can see me, I don't owe them an explanation. I've learned how it feels to cry wretched, pained, helpless tears that feel like they'll never, ever end. I've learned to be real one hundred percent of the time, even if it means that others might think I'm weird. I've learned that we all have our figurative crosses to bear, and that even if mine are larger than yours, it doesn't make yours any less challenging or meaningful to you.

I've learned what it means to feel gratitude. I've learned to hope, to feel joy.

I could say more, 32, but it seems that your time is up and I've now moved on to 33. I'll take what I've learned and move forward day by day.


  1. Once again, you have me in tears Sherry :) So many beautiful and just poignant points.
    I wish you the very best today on your 33rd birthday. Praying for Logan to clear the meth and come home! Continuing to pray over any intolerances that Brady has, and that he will sleep well so that you can get some rest too!
    Lots of love and hugs to you today, and always!

  2. p.s. i laughed when you mentioned the michelle reference...wow, that was so annoying last night...kick her off.

  3. Enjoy your day...
    32-33 was a rough time for me in my life...
    I sooo love my 40s!
    ..always keeping you and your family in my PRAYERS...!!
    God Bless Today for all of you!
    in Pleasanton

  4. Wow. Sherry, you have such a way of taking meaning from the everyday that is truly admirable. Your powers of self-reflection are amazing.

  5. Now that I read that it sounds sort of trite and stupid, but I truly mean it :-)

  6. As always, beautifully written, that did indeed need to be shared with others.
    I hope that meth number is cleared in time for a nice little birthday present and you can have him home for dinner.

  7. thank you for your 32 year summary --"anger and bitterness are counterproductive" -- you are so smart to have learned this already....it took me much longer .. prayers to you and your family!!

  8. Sherry, you give so much of yourself in your writings, and I have been blessed many times over by reading what the Lord has put in your heart. Blessings to you today on your birthday, and may '33' bring much joy to your life.

  9. That was very moving. Lots of love from all of us. For year 33, I wish you that it be so joyful that you won't be quite ready to part with it when it's time.