The Heat of Battle

I'm issuing a call to Logan's prayer warrior team: It feels like we're entering the primary meat of the battle. Please pray as fervently as you can.

I don't have a real reason for my suspicion. Maybe it's the fact that I've felt horribly on edge for the past few days. Maybe it's because my hope feels like it's waning. Or maybe it's because a few days ago I deliberately shined a light on the darkness that's afflicting Logan and it's striking back. I don't know. But I feel as if it's the case that we're entering a critical time. So again, please pray. Pray that God will keep His hand on the tumors and keep them from doubling and redoubling. Pray that He will stop the spread of the disease. Pray that He will keep his brain clear of cancerous cells. Pray that we'll be led to make the right decisions with treatment, and that the doctors will have great -- no, exceptional -- wisdom when it comes to additional drugs, dosages and timing. And of course, please continue to pray for total healing for Logan. I still know it's possible, even though things look less than rosy. I believe that God held His hand on the primary mass and kept it stable during the recent two-week delay. I believe that He was Dr. Sun's hands last Tuesday. I also believe that He can hold the spinal tumors in check. I believe that He can crush them into nothingness in spectacular fashion. Please pray for those things. I believe that God does know our hearts and what we want, but I also believe that we aren't ask likely to receive when we fail to ask. So please join us and ask, beg, intercede.

I appreciate each and every one of you for your dedication and support. God bless you a hundred times over.

As for us, we're chugging along, trying to live in and savor each moment. More than once over the past few days, friends have seen Logan and marveled over how incredible it is that he endured neurosurgery just days ago yet looks so good. He has such energy, such drive, such joy. He really is a blessing. He really is a fighter.

My brother Charlie came up from Los Angeles for a quick visit yesterday, and the kids loved seeing him. There were diaper fights, an impromptu 'party' featuring a game of pin the bumper on the car (using clean diapers as blindfolds, naturally) and lots of Mater's Tall Tales video game action courtesy of our rarely-used Wii system. It was a sweet 30 hours, and I loved seeing him and talking into the wee hours of the morning. I don't see family often, so I treasure the time we have together.

Tomorrow morning brings with it the radiation consultation and CT at Alta Bates. Please pray that we'll know the questions to ask, and that God will guide the radiation oncologist, who we haven't yet met. Pray for peace for us, especially Logan, who is nervous about what's to come. He deserves to be worry-free. He's such a darling, really. If there were a way I could bottle up his personality and mail some to each of you so you could experience his joyful, uplifting, bubbly essence for yourself, I'd do it in a heartbeat. But I can't, so you'll have to take my admittedly biased word for it.

My sincerest thanks to you once again for your support. Blessing as we enter a new week and a new phase in Logan's battle.