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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.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Mid-Week Request!

Logan's meth number came back at .11 this morning, so yesterday's .22 was likely not a mistake or a misread after all. The nurses and Philippa were mystified by the jump, especially given that he'd been clearing pretty nicely up until then. Slowly, but at least the level had been low for a few days. Adam will ask when he gets there, but my assumption is that there's no real medical explanation for what happened. So where does that leave us? Right here; I'm quoting myself, my own entry from yesterday before the initial number came back and shook things up:

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.

It's not often that my own words will chill me to my core, but this comes pretty darn close to hitting the mark. So perhaps the drug simply needed more time to do its work on the tumor. Perhaps this is a set-up for something miraculous and unexpected. Of course, there's danger inherent in being hopeful that this round is slowly knocking out the tumor in order to negate a need for another surgical procedure. But it's where my mind has gone.

Of course, having methotrexate in his system for this long gives him a much, much greater chance of developing a rollicking, awful case of mucusitis. In fact, if he doesn't develop it, it'd probably be a miracle. Since God promises to prosper and not harm His people, and because mucusitis is merely a side effect and has NO bearing on the tumor itself -- in other words, there's no good in it and it doesn't signal any positive thing going on in Logan's body -- PLEASE pray a bold prayer with me that he WON'T get it. Pray that God will protect him, insulate him from the awful, painful, horrible effects of mucusitis and that he'll remain remarkably -- amazingly -- well. It'd be nothing short of a clear demonstration of God's hand in all of this. And honestly, after the confusion of the past few weeks, it would be nice to see His hand very clearly on Logan.


  1. I pray that all happens that is necessary to clear the tumor this cycle! AND FOR GOOD!!!

  2. Wouldn't it be awesome if, even though your birthday that you were looking forward to so much was miserable, you found that it was on that very day that God upped the drug in precious Logan's system to kill that horrible tumor for good? Certainly it's hard to know what He's doing this side of Heaven, but oh, the depths of the love that He has for sinful creatures such as us!!

  3. PRAYING!! I like the point you made that with lacking research with this type of cancer, and others, God IS the only one who can now right now what is the "magical" timing etc of the drugs. That is such a good point and I'm praying that whenever Logan's numbers don't make sense, that it is something God is doing for the good of curing Logan.
    Love and Hugs.

  4. Praying bold prayers with and for you! Please God, use this mysterious process to let Logan's light shine brightly to the masses. When medicine cannot explain things, people may just see the face of Jesus on a precious little boy named Logan : )