So simply put, please pray and pass it on. Put on the armor of God and fight with us. I know that some of you are always with us in that way, but if you're new, please join in. Logan needs your help. We all do. BELIEVE.
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, November 21, 2011
Rally Rally Rally...
I posted not long ago about being scared of tomorrow and what the MRI read will hold for us. I know --and knew at time time-- that fear isn't productive. Nor is it of God. So I'm back again to ask for a renewed, strong, tidal wave of prayers for my Logan. Partly because I don't know what else to do, and partly because I believe that prayers work. I've seen what they can do; the miracles they can bring about. And I know, based on the timing of this, that the devil is hard at work trying to dismantle the good works God has done --and is doing-- in Logan's life (and by extension, in the life of our family). It's in no way a coincidence that I had such an uplifting, enriching time at church last Sunday and then found myself hit by multiple jolts of frightening uncertainty --first the unclear lumbar puncture read, and now the facial paralysis-- just days later. If I weren't so emotionally raw and worried, I'd laugh at the transparency of the evil one's schemes. Instead, I tell him, in the name of Jesus Christ, to flee from Logan and my family. And I hope you'll join with me in that prayer.