I keep praying for help, but I'm worn out. Please: Take up your armor and help us. I don't know what else to do. And I feel like the battle is raging once again. Please pray for healing, for hope, for rest.
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.
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Unrest - Calling All Prayer Warriors
It's as if a great sense of unrest has overtaken our home. It's 3 AM right now. Brady has been up at least 5 times, and Logan has been up more often than not, just crying and moaning. It's not unusual for him to be up a few times overnight, but given the latest development, it has me on edge in a very bad way. And during the few minutes of sleep I've mustered, I've been plagued by upsetting and bizarre dreams.