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.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Good Night

10:34. That's the time my computer's displaying right now. I'm on the couch in my family room. Adam's a few feet away screwing with his phone. Abby and Isaac are in bed. Brady is catnapping and ferociously chomping on a pacifier in his carseat.

It wasn't a great birthday. In fact, it was probably the worst I've ever had, ranking up there with #15, when I fractured my leg while checking the mailbox for cards. (It was icy and I slipped on the curb.) I tried to keep a good attitude, but my heart is just so broken. I feel defeated and frustrated. I hate the thought that if that number is correct, Logan will likely wind up stuck at CHO with a raging case of mucusitis. And I'm baffled: Once the number drops, it's supposed to STAY dropped. After all, no one gave him additional drugs. It just doesn't make sense. Did God do that? If so, is He going to protect him from said pain, or will my poor, long-suffering 4-year old be forced to go through yet more discomfort? It's so inhuman and awful that it makes me want to scream.

But I guess a lot of things about this life don't make sense. The takeaway is that despite my hopes, #33 ended up being a day I'd probably rather forget down the line.


  1. So sorry to hear this Sherry. I was hoping it was going to be a day all your wishes came true. Thoughts are with you.

  2. Certainly time to rally the troops! I so wish that your birthday had been a day filled with joy. Praying that tomorrow is exponentially better.

  3. I keep wondering if something was 'off' on the assay/test that they use and that threw the numbers. Yes, you had two different blood draws, but they were performed the same day. Of course, they probably ran controls as well, so they'd know this, but since troubleshooting diagnostic tests is something I did in a past life, it made me wonder.

    Again, I'm sorry your birthday was lousy.