As irony would have it, Logan and Brady were both sleeping until the very second I sat down to type this entry. At that precise moment, Brady started screaming. Fortunately I was able to just pick him up, walk down the hall and then put him back down again without issue. So I guess all of that means I should make sure that I say what I'd planned to say, huh?
Logan's 24-hour methotrexate number came back at .9; they like for said number to be between 1 and 10. We were a little concerned that it was too low, but nope: Molly explained the number by saying that it was likely due to the fact that they'd increased his hydration since he was a day late clearing last round. Yesterday's number was .3, and this morning's, .17. So prayerfully, he'll be released tomorrow -- the number just needs to drop below .1, and he needs to not wind up with a fever.
So what's so special about tomorrow? Well, it just happens to be 1/11/11, my 33rd birthday. The one I've been looking forward to for years for purely 'the numbers are just too stinkin' cool' reasons. I hadn't thought for even half second that he might be home in time to celebrate the start of my next year, but it's a distinct possibility and it wows me.
I think I spend too much time underestimating God.
His hemoglobin was a bit low this morning (7.4, I believe), but they're holding off on a transfusion. The doctor on service this week, Dr. Garcia, doesn't think he'll need one for a few more days; something about the extra hydration diluting his blood and artificially decreasing the number. So we'll see. Hopefully the number won't drop like a rock and necessitate a transfusion tomorrow.
Okay, I've been ordered to draw a Christmas tree, so I'm off to work on that.
Miracles happen when we allow God to do His great work; that's the tack that Logan's mom, Sherry, took when her dear-hearted 4-year old son was diagnosed with an AT/RT brain tumor in August of 2010. From expressions of hope and faith to pained pleas to God above, follow along as she shares her heart, waddles through her 4th pregnancy and the subsequent birth of baby Brady on 12/14/10, prays for her son's recovery and works to amass the biggest team of prayer warriors ever.
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.
YAY! Hope it's a super happy birthday for you!
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ReplyDeleteAwesome!!! Praying that your birthday is absolutely sweet!
ReplyDeleteI just caught myself daydreaming about getting the "he's cancer-free!!" announcement, and of course, the thought delights my heart and brings tears to my eyes... As much joy as it brings me, I get a super-big kick out of imagining your response!!
Happy, Happy Birthday Sherry! What a fabulous date to help you celebrate : ) I wrote a check with your birthday date on it and was reminded that it was your special day. I pray that you wake up to blessings. Well, I guess it would be a blessing just to wake up since that would mean you actually fell asleep. B-day wishes that your sonshine will get to come home so that your family is complete. Waiting for lots of impressive numbers in the morning!
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