As planned (though after several delays), Logan underwent apheresis last night to help bring his triglyceride level (and by extension, cholesterol and blood pressure) down to a normal (and safe) figure. When I arrived for my overnight shift, they'd just finished the process, and Nadine, the apheresis nurse, was admiring (or completely grossed out by) a huge bag filled with what looked like heavy cream. Fat. The massive amount of fat removed from Logan's blood. She said it was the largest volume she'd ever pheresed from anyone. Granted she wasn't a bit surprised given the outrageousness of his triglyceride level, but still: The final product was disgustingly impressive. (As an aside, I should apologize to my poor Facebook friends who got to see a photo of the bag. I know it's yucky, but I think it illustrates the urgency of Logan's situation and his need for prayer.)
Post-procedure, his triglyceride level fell to 1550, which is still more than ten times what it should be, but a marked improvement from 8,000, which is where the number rested yesterday morning. Depending on where the number is this morning --the doctors have yet to round so I don't have the data-- they may pherese him one more time today to try to bring it down further. There's still a lot of head-scratching over how the number got so egregiously out of control in the first place. In fact, Dr. W, the doctor on service this week, apparently told Logan yesterday morning that he continues to be an "enigma" around here; no one can understand why so many weird and seemingly random things keep happening to him.
I get it, though: Satan is transparent. He likes to cause trouble for Logan, and he does it in bizarre but 'well duh, I wonder why *that* happened' ways.
I thank you for continuing to pray for Logan's healing. I felt buoyed by faith and hope this morning for the first time in a long while and I'm so thankful for all of your prayers. I continue to believe that healing is God's intent here, so sing it, sisters and brothers. Sing it.