Tomorrow is something of a momentous day because it marks Logan's final day of radiation. I know -- it flew by, didn't it? Six weeks from start to tomorrow's finish, all in the books. Praise God that he stayed well enough to stay on schedule. Despite having a cold for the past week and a half, his lungs remained clear, so we were able to keep moving forward. A prayer truly answered.
Please pray for those final toxic beams to be extraordinarily brutal on the cancer and equally extraordinarily gentle on the surrounding, non-diseased tissue. Of course, we don't know what the future holds, but as of now, his hearing isn't as diminished as we'd been told it would be by radiation's end. Though he tends to speak more loudly now and says What? What did you say? more frequently, I was quietly overjoyed yesterday when I whispered into his right ear -- the one that Dr. T told us would be left profoundly deaf following radiation -- and he responded in like with a whisper of his own. Just a touch of good in a sea of very bad. But a very beautiful bit of good it is.
There's actually a lot of good lately, to be honest. It's not that our situation is any different. We're still facing a lot of uncertainty. We're still facing one of the worst ordeals parents can face. But I've felt myself regain a sense of peace that I'd lost. I've felt more hopeful. Maybe it's a function of the long prayers Adam and I have said together in bed each night before falling asleep. Maybe it's the prayers that all of you and an ocean of others have offered and are continuing to offer up on our behalf. Maybe it's the little notes I've gotten this week from both strangers and friends long ago lost that are making a difference. More likely than not, it's all of the above. But regardless of what it is, I'm thankful. I needed an ounce of peace and I got it. I needed notes of hope and support and they came. So thanks to God, and thanks to all of you.
Please continue to hold us all up in prayer in the coming days. Please pray for restored health for the rest of us. I took Brady to the doctor this morning, and discovered that he has an ear infection and croup. My own swollen throat has mostly de-puffed, thankfully, but my voice is hoarse and I still don't feel as if I'm in the clear quite yet. Entering the weeks to come, we desperately need our collective health to be intact.
And of course, as always, please pray for Logan's healing. I can't begin to describe the intensity of my own prayers; how I plead with God to touch him and make him well again. How I rehash the healing scriptures in my mind and whisper Lord, I know You can heal him with just a fleeting thought. Please heal him. How my pulse quickens with the desire that my prayer be fulfilled. I know it can happen. I believe it's possible. I believe. I hope. I have faith; though only a mustard seed's worth at times, it's there. I pray that amazing healing will happen and that we'll have an incredible testimony to joyfully share in the days to come. I confess that my eyes well with eager, hungry tears as I write these words. And I ask you, beg you, to join me, to intercede.
Thank you so much for standing with us and for being part of Logan's very special team. Blessings.