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.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Just a Shortie
More than a month removed from the super-successful resection slash super disappointing bad news tandem, I'm still in a rut. I can't seem to get out of it, no matter how hard I try. It doesn't matter how much I pray or hope for the best or plead with God to make Logan well. I simply cannot push myself to be hopeful. It's not as if I don't understand why I feel as I do. We've been battered and beaten so many times along this journey, receiving more blessings followed by sucker punches than I ever thought possible. I'd gotten adept at getting back up again, dusting myself off after each disappointment. But it's proven extremely difficult to bounce back this time because I'm so mentally and emotionally spent. So in a nutshell, I ask you all (in addition to praying for Logan's healing!) to please pray that we'll get hopeful signs over the coming days. Things that I can see and recognize and that will serve to bolster my waning faith. I need to know that things will "be all right again", to quote Sugarland's "Little Miss". If God gives you something to share with me, please do so. Thank you for your support and prayers.