Breathe

It's been a good day. The MRI images from this morning all but confirmed what Logan's medical team suspected: The enhanced spot on his spine is almost certainly a side effect of radiation rather than new disease. It's essentially a burst capillary that absorbed the contrast dye. For now, they're just watching it. Down the line additional treatment could be needed, but the important thing is that it's not disease. I can't even begin to explain how free that makes me feel; how excited and grateful. There's a lovely, life-saving sense of peace that's settled over me once again. And I'm so, so thankful to have it. It's incredible to realize how very important the word 'stable' has become to me. So anyway, major praises to Jesus for all of that.

He has several appointments coming up next week; one for his eye on Wednesday, and perhaps an audiology check again if Philippa can make it happen on the same day. Then on Friday, he has a long clinic visit that involves lots of doctors and lots of checking of various things. My limited understanding is that it's a yearly visit of some sort, so it's a big horse and pony show. We did find out yesterday that his thyroid had been damaged by the radiation, which was disappointing but not unexpected, so he'll be starting supplements to counteract the damage tomorrow. The dumbed down version of what's happening with that is that his thyroid is working really, really hard but accomplishing almost nothing. I'm not an expert with such things, so that's the extent of my understanding.

Otherwise, it's lovely to just be at home and breathing again. He's in good spirits for the most part, save the occasional meltdown or temper tantrum. He's eating more, especially if meals involve roast beef sandwiches from Arby's, and is loving preschool. He was particularly excited to go this morning after his MRI so he could show his friends the new dinosaur he'd gotten from the technician for being a good patient. He's developed a great love of coloring, which blows my mind given that just a few months ago, he wasn't strong enough to even hold a pencil or crayon. Now he not only does so, but he colors quite well. His gait is off, though I suspect that's at least in part because he's walking much more than he had been before and his muscles aren't used to it anymore.

Anyway, that's just a quick update along with a smattering of what I'm feeling. I can't explain the depth of my gratitude to God for His goodness in all of this. And I thank all of you --sincerely-- for being part of Logan's army. Peace to you.