Monday

I owe a substantial update. It's just been difficult to write one, since Isaac has entered a particularly demanding 'look at me! Look at me!' phase and Brady is making leaps and bounds in the mobility department. And then there's the fact that we've entered the last week of Abby's time as a first-grader. Just a lot of generic busyness that culminates in not much time to write thoughtful updates.

As I think I noted last week, Logan was initially scheduled to be discharged today, but that changed a few days ago when he began vomiting blood. That probably sounds much scarier than it really is; the prevailing notion among the medical team is that his stomach is simply irritated by all of the medications, which is causing it to bleed small amounts now and then. He threw up a number of mid-sized clots over the weekend, and this morning had trace amounts of red blood again when he threw up. As a result of this, his medications were switched back to IV form; he'd previously been on oral medications to prepare for going home. No one is worried, per se, because his counts have all continued to improve and there's zero indication that anything truly serious is going on, but I do wish they'd move forward with an endoscopy to try to locate the area that's bleeding.

So for now, we're sort of on hold. I have no idea when he'll get out, but I'm hoping it'll still be soon. He has to go for a few days without any blood in his emesis before they'll even think about letting him go. I'm frustrated and feel, once again, as if a nice carrot was dangled in my face and then ripped away, but that's the way this entire wretched journey has gone. I crave normalcy but I guess it's just not time yet.

Thank you for continuing to pray for Logan and our family.