About Us

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.

Monday, August 15, 2011

One Year Later

Here are Logan, Abby and Isaac dancing to 'Real Gone' from the 'Cars' soundtrack a few days ago. (Click here to see it.) Dance parties are a common occurrence around here these days.

And they're a commonality for very good reason: We DO have much to dance about. Exactly one year ago today, we became aware that something was terribly wrong with Logan, and the expected course of our life as a family took a shocking turn in a direction we'd never, ever imagined it taking.

Yet here we are, one year later, and Logan is still dancing. He has less hair, his eye is still off-kilter and he's significantly underweight, but he's still here with us, still charming us and everyone he meets with his positive attitude and that enormous smile.

And for those things, we can't be grateful enough. Dance on, guys. Dance on.

5 comments:

  1. Love. They are precious! So happy to see you all dancing and hoping for many more dance parties in the future. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo.

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  2. dance on! that's right! :)
    lots of love to you guys!

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  3. Love it. It had me smiling and laughing the whole time. So good to see. A girl from LJ called it her "diagnosaversary". I hope you will be celebrating this event every year...
    Thank you for sharing.

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  4. Laughing and crying. Happy tears. Bless you all.

    "And when you get the chance, I hope you dance."

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