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.
Friday, August 26, 2011
...and more frustration.
After spending the week with the nagging feeling that something simply wasn't right with Logan, he finally spiked a fever this evening. And naturally, it's a Friday night so we're once again going to be robbed of our weekend family time together. I'm trying to channel the frustration, heartbreak, anger, and generic negative emotions into something positive, but I'm not really getting anywhere. I'm so emotionally burned out that there's just not much left; no real room for hope or positive inclinations.
Adam's going to take him to CHO shortly. Please just pray that whatever is wrong is a minor issue, and that he'll be released within a few days. Also pray that I'll be able to let go of the anger, and that instead of directing it at God --which does me no good-- I'll be able to direct it toward the true origin of illness, which deserves my disdain anyway.
Have a good weekend.