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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.

Monday, April 30, 2012

God is good!... Right?

When I first started typing this entry, I wanted to call it "Shut Up, Sherry". I say that to myself. Repeatedly. Every single time I hear someone complain about something absolutely trivial, I tell myself to shut up because if someone wants to be miserable over something that's insignificant in the long-run, who am I to tell them otherwise? Who am I to remind them that "hey dude, your life is pretty awesome so hold your breath til the wave passes by and you can come up for air"? I feel entitled to say things like that, if only because I held my breath for a year and a half (figuratively speaking, of course) before having the wind knocked out of me in February by the biggest wave I've ever seen. I'm still trying to get up. I could continue complaining about that because even God knows what happened to our family was completely and utterly unfair and wrong. But I don't think Logan wants me to live that way.

Yeah. So where am I going with this?

Right here. A friend recently had a health scare. In the super duper grand scheme of things, it wasn't anything extraordinarily dangerous. But she was, understandably, scared and worried. I had to 'Shut up, Sherry' my way out of muttering 'this is what my life was like every single day for 18 months; not fun, is it?' I'm not proud of that, but I'm human. Wonderfully, imperfectly human. And sometimes I think stuff; stuff that's not particularly helpful. But I wouldn't be real if I didn't admit to it. I wouldn't be very honest if I didn't cop to occasionally hearing about someone's day in the ER and thinking 'you think that was bad? I spent 18 months doing that, only with an inpatient. Oh, and after everything we went through to save his life, he died anyway'. And that's not because I'm a big jerk. It's because I desperately want someone, anyone to understand where I'm coming from. Where I've been. But anyway, I'm getting off-track again.

At the close of my friend's ordeal, when she discovered that things were okay after all, there was a lot of 'praise God!' and 'God is good' bandied about. And it made me think: is that true? Because if the outcome of our family's situation is any indicator of God's goodness --if God is only good and worthy of being called good in the face of good news-- then the answer is a resounding, gong-banging NO WAY, JOSE.

But of course that's not true. God is, by His own claims, good through and through. Evil sucks, but it's here to cause trouble and to bring pain. So my now long-winded challenge for all of you is to do what I have to do every single day: to find something to be grateful for, even though life is extraordinarily painful, hard and unfair. Even though my heart breaks when I see families with four children out and about. I can't tell you how many times I've wanted to approach those families and say 'oh, I have four kids, too! One of them's just... not here.' Yeah.

I could say a lot (lot, lot, lot) more, but I'll save it for another day.


  1. you are amazing. :) see my FB comment for what i really wanted to say here!

  2. You continue to touch my heart with your words, and I continue to pray for you, Sherry.

  3. Very interesting post Sherry.
    I know you will continue to touch people with Logan's story, and those people out there who may be facing similar situations to what your family went through/are going through will be blessed to know you and hear your guys' testimony.
    That is the good that God will bring through such a horrendous, torturous, heart-shattering experience.

    Love you Logan, miss you buddy. Keep showing your mom that you are "here" and shining down on her still, cheering her on to keep strong every day.