I'm so heartbroken that I can hardly bear the pain. All I wanted for Christmas --this one and all to come-- was improvement in his condition. And I didn't get it. I feel exhausted, betrayed, hopeless. We still don't know what's going on, but it's upsetting to think that the Avastin isn't working and that he's suffering so very much.
Look, I know you're all in holiday-mode. I know that some of you think of us maybe once every few days and then stop yourselves because it's too painful to do so. But please: I BEG you, in the most primal, desperate way I know how, to pray for Logan. To pray for that healing that feels so elusive right now. I'm scared to death. I'm struggling --absolutely struggling, flailing-- to hold onto hope. And I get it --there is more beyond this life. But our family is so precious to us. We need him.
Thank you for praying and for passing this on. Blessings.