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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.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

A Shift in Perspective

A funny thing happened about 48 hours ago. Shortly after I confessed my weakness, my worries began to melt away. I'd been waking several times each night, my heart and mind hard-pressed and heavy with worry, but not last night; only Brady was responsible for my wakings. Of course I'm still concerned about Logan's future, but somehow, the burden of the past six-plus months and of the months of treatment still to come seem markedly lighter. Coincidence? No way. I don't believe in coincidences. So many thanks to all of you for helping to lift me up.

I have energy again. I have a spring in my step (though that could be because I'm freezing and need that springiness to keep my core warm -- my East Coast roots are ashamed of me, but I'm a complete pansy when it comes to cooler temperatures these days). My wry sense of humor is back. I feel more optimistic, more hopeful, more in-line with how I'd been feeling for the majority of the past several months. Though I'm still irritated with Him, I must give thanks to God for the renewed strength -- mental and physical -- that has served to rejuvenate me and my outlook.

We've had a pleasant couple of days here at home. I remarked to Adam this evening that I think Logan is actually doing better now than he was before he went in for the failed surgery attempt last week. He has more energy (if that's possible) and is definitely eating and drinking more. He's having fun; he's acting like a normal 4-year old boy leading a normal life, save the helmet on his head and a slightly crossed right eye. He and Abby and Isaac enjoyed an energetic diaper fight this afternoon followed by more of the same post-dinner this evening. (Lest you should wonder, a 'diaper fight' involves each participant arming him or herself with an handful of unused (I do still have some sense in my tired little head) diapers and then launching said bottom covers at one another. Much laughing, running, shrieking and ducking is also in play.) I started to get annoyed with the volume and the chaos of it all, but I stopped myself because there was something so utterly ridiculous and fabulous about the scene that I just wanted to sit and -- ironically -- listen to them at play.

There's value in living in the moment. It's something I'm learning just now at 33, after rushing through much of my life engaged in a frenetic race against no one but myself. I was often so desperate to reach each checkpoint, each glorified goal, that I failed to notice the flowers that dot the side of the road. But not anymore. My noisy, crazy, wacky kids coupled with this entire horrible ordeal are teaching me to live differently; to live better, more effectively. More fully. I'm going to watch the sun rise over the ocean when the opportunity presents itself. I'm going to take the long, meandering surface streets home instead of the freeway sometimes. I'm going to move slowly and deliberately. I'm going to watch my tongue and strive to speak sweeter words when the opportunities arise or when they're needed by a challenged soul. I can't emerge from all of this unchanged, after all.

Please keep praying for Logan and his complete healing. I still believe that total wellness is possible for my sunshine. Please also pray for the surgical team next Wednesday as we go back for a second go at the mass. Please pray for wisdom and sure hands for Dr. Sun, and for successful and safe removal of as much of the tumor as possible. Moreso, pray that God will keep His finger on the masses and keep them from growing between now and then (and post-op as well). Finally, pray for our family time over the days leading up to surgery-day. We're in a sort of 'rest' phase at the moment and I want to really enjoy our time together before we get back into a hospital routine with surgery followed by the transplant cycle.

Thank you so much reading along and for praying for our family. Blessings to you.


  1. Yay! Many more prayers and much love coming your way! Love the diaper fight and wish Lily could join. She'd probably fight with a dirty one, though! Hehe. What great kids you have. Please remind us to pray extra hard on Wed.!!! <3

  2. Paul said it best -- "In weakness I am strong." Admitting our weakness allows us to fully lean on God and on His power.

    Praying for all of you.

  3. Sounds like some great family time! You are wise to savor those little things that are meaningful--will still pray fervently for 100% healing for Logan...

  4. a diaper fight sounds like the perfect low impact game! I think of your family so much and belive it or not what you have shared has helped me be a better Mom. I now stop myself when I get worked up about noise, or messes or schedules and remember to be thankful for it instead. Thank you..and you are alawys in our prayers!

  5. I like the vision of a diaper fight. Sounds like just the right medicine to unwind.


  6. Such a poignant remark: "I can't emerge from all of this unchanged" SO true and a beautiful statement Sherry :)

    Wanted to share a little "God note" from my drive home from picking Derek up from school today. We take this little back "country road" to take Derek to and from school each day ~ beautiful little road with lots of dips and curves and farm animals. There is one road in particular that juts off of the road we take and it is called Logan Rd. I remember the first time I saw the street sign for it, it made me pray on the spot and now everyday it's a constant little reminder for me to pray at that moment for Logan's healing :)
    Today right as I was passing "Logan Rd." I was simultaneously seeking my way through static-filled radio stations to find a clear one and at the moment we passed Logan's sign, the song "Voice of truth" (by Casting Crowns) came through loud and CLEAR on one of the Christian radio stations (which to me was bizarre because the Christian radio stations around here seem to be notoriously filled with static spots! Don't know if you are familiar with the lyrics but as we passed Logan's sign the chorus rang:
    "And the voice of truth, tells me a different story,
    the voice of truth, says do not be afraid,
    And the voice of truth says this is for My glory,
    out of all the voices calling out to me,
    I will choose to listen and believe the voice of truth."

    I got goosebumps and smiled cause I felt God giving me a little "God note" to pass onto you ~ He's the only voice of truth, despite a lot of other noisy, rackety voices in this battle telling you to be frustrated, afraid, frazzled, etc. :)

    Thanking God for your "shift in perspective" as mentioned above and praying for Him to sustain you in it! Praying for a continued blessed week of time together and for the upcoming surgery!!!!!
    Love you all :)

  7. Sherri,
    I am also happy to hear the peace in your update and the love in your 'diaper fight' story! Those are the moments you will always remember, even when your children, ALL of them, are grown! We are constantly praying for your family the beautiful Logan and the docs as they continue to bring Logan to wellness. In addition to our usual cirle of prayer warriors, St. Margaret's church in Buzzards Bay, Mass is also praying for Logn now. A small seaside town on Cape Cod. I do believe they have a direct line!
    Peace be with all of you,