In the blink of an eye or a New York minute...

... everything can change. And everything DID change just a little while ago.

In an odd twist of something or other, it turns out that the radiologist misread Logan's MRI from last week. Philippa called Adam a little while ago and said that Dr. T. and Dr. S, the neurosurgeon, who were both away from CHO last week and unable to view the scans, finally had a chance to look at the images today from their onc clinic in Reno.

And they both agreed: For lack of more delicate terms, the radiologist who did the read was on crack. The tumors apparently had a great response to cycles 3 and 4. He's set to return to CHO tomorrow for round 5, which could very likely eliminate the mass(es) in their entirety and negate the need for any additional resection (surgery) at all. Praise God! (Although I admit that I'm a bit bitter that I had such a miserable week, ha. It's never fun to be forced to think about mortality, especially when it's your child in question.)

I just knew something was wrong with the read. I knew he was doing better than that, wonky-eyedness aside. I have no idea how it was misread so badly, but it doesn't really matter. What matters is that the treatment worked, he's actually doing better like I thought he was, and we're moving forward with cycle 5.

But why did God have us go through that terrible week? Maybe so I'd be more aggressive with prayer warrior recruitment. I can't really think of any other reason. I sincerely thank everyone who has taken the time to share Logan's story with friends and family. You're amazing people.

Please say some thanksgiving prayers for this news, and then pray for a great cycle 5. He's upset that he has to go back to CHO, but he's had three rockstar cycles, and the last two have involved only 7 or 8 days an in-patient, so we'll hope for more of the same with #5. Pray that this final regular cycle will wipe out the residual tumor and that it'll stay wiped out for good. He'll still have to go through a transplant cycle, which is scary, but wow, just to have hope again, real, justifiable, tangible hope, is an incredible relief. I could dance in the street right now, if I didn't think I'd be run down by a mom picking up her kid from the school. :)