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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.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Dancing and Stuff

Oh Sunday evening, you've come much too quickly for this tired, taxed soul. Just a few more hours and yet another week begins.

Today was actually a decent one for Logan, better than most of the previous 30. Although he was cranky this morning, by the time I returned from dropping Abby and Isaac at Sunday School and picking up a new thermometer and a few Halloween clearance sundries from the store, he was chipper. Cheerful. Vintage Logan. He was especially pleased with the cupcake liners he found in my bag of goodies. So much so, in fact, that after I returned home from retrieving his siblings from church, he stood atop a step-stool in front of the stove, carefully using a spoon to drizzle holiday funfetti cake mix into a cupcake pan. Adam shared that he'd gotten out the supplies by himself; he disappeared into the pantry and emerged a few minutes later clutching the cake mix, and he opened the cupcake liners -- all three bags -- and placed them in the pans (both regular-sized and mini versions) all by his lonesome. It did a mommy's heart good to see such determined ingenuity at work. After they finished baking, he eagerly popped open a can of orange frosting and asked for sprinkles. He wound up licking the frosting from the top of his cupcake and leaving the cake itself behind, but I had one and let me tell you: A cupcake from a box never tasted so good.

He managed to stay awake through most of the day. He even engaged in his first mini-dance party in over a month. He asked Adam to turn on Abby's Good Ship Lollipop recital, which always inspires his best moves, and sure enough, he busted a few of 'em before tiring out. His desire to keep dancing was stronger than his body's ability, though, so the party didn't last long. But it was a step forward. A step in the right direction. And after so many steps forward followed immediately by steps back, it was a nice change. A proud moment for me and a moment of great relief, since I didn't know if I'd ever see him dance again. I don't get to feel proud very often these days, so I treasure the scant moments when I do.

He finally got tired and started asking to go to bed at about 6, but we did our best to keep him awake until 7. It's hard to be so exhausted, I'm sure.

Thank you for being a part of Logan's team. Please keep praying for his healing. And on't just pray for it -- believe that it will happen. Believe in healing; complete, full, lasting healing. Believe in Mark 11:22-24. Believe for all of us. Believe for Logan. Believe for your own circumstances, whatever they may be. Believe that when you say God, please show up here, He will. And in amazing ways. Good night, and have a blessed evening.

1 comment:

  1. Cupcakes and dancing...sounds like a fun day!