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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.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Just a Note

It's been a while since I last wrote. Too long, I think. I just haven't been able to come up with much to say. In some ways, it feels like life is normalizing. And in some ways, that's a good thing. But in others, it's terrible. I don't want life to be normal or ordinary; it can't be anymore. With each passing day we get further away from Logan, at least in one sense. And that's hard. There isn't and never will be anything ordinary about that. My soul screams out against the very notion. But life is... life. It has to be lived, one way or another. I'm not exactly sure how to do it right now, but I'm feeling it out.

I have to confess that I've been feeling segregated from others for a while now. I've never been especially socially savvy --just ask anyone who knew me in high school, ha-- but I tried. And I've tried harder than ever as an adult. But then we found out Logan was sick and bam, I lost my social life. The one I'd tried so incredibly hard to build. I became a curiosity to some people and a person to be avoided to others. But it never really felt like I had... friends. It was too much to deal with actual, real-live friends when I was trucking back and forth to CHO while 9 months pregnant. And then while I was trucking back and forth to CHO with a newborn and the insanity that prevails with a small herd of kids who rely on you. And now, with all of this horrific crap in the rearview, I feel almost as if the people who were my friends prior to my life going to hell moved on without me. And of others, I find myself wondering 'do they really want to talk to me or do they just feel sorry for me?' I guess that's junior high of me to think that way. Or maybe it's true; I don't know. I only know what I suspect; I don't really know what other people think or want. Nor do I understand their motivations. I can't. I'm not them. I'm just... me. I'm the me who's been charged with being a freak. I'm the one whose kid died. I'm the one who some people just can't bring themselves to talk to because it's SO painful to think of a kid dying that it's easier to just walk away. To pretend that I don't exist at all. But let me tell you: the worst thing you an do to me is to act like Logan didn't exist and like he didn't pass on. I extend a lot of grace to a lot of people, but I have a hard time forgiving the ones who know what happened yet stay silent. Because it may go away for them as long as they don't think about it, but it will never go away for me.

Anyway. I just ache for my Logan. That's the root of it all, when it comes down to the teeniest of underlying brass tacks. I wish I could touch his little hands. Comb his hair. Smell him. I can't tell you how much I wish I could inhale his scent. How much it would mean to me to be able to put my hand on his chest and feel his little heart throbbing inside. But I can't do those things. And I hate that. There's really no other word for it. But as I've noted one hundred and fifty four kajillion times now, it is what it is. And it is. At least, for now.

3 comments:

  1. hey darlin, i will say that every time i feel annoyed at my kids, or frustrated or angry, little logan comes to mind and it ALWAYS makes me stop for a second and regroup. i know that does absolutely zero to lessen your loss, but logan impacts me and my life and my kids and family daily. in fact, annabelle asked about him out of the blue about 3 days ago. she asked where he was, how did he get there and could we get him a present. he and you all are still in our prayers nightly. again, doesn't help your loss, but you are on my heart and mind daily. and we should do denica's again ;) i'll message you to work it out :)

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  2. I am so so sorry for your loss. I am so sorry you have to feel every emotion you are feeling. Hang in there with everything you've got, and know when you feel weakest God is working hardest for you...to let you know He is still with you, still catching every tear that falls, and still working His plans out so that ALL of this will work for your good.

    And now I know for sure that his kingdom is everlasting; he reigns forever and ever. Daniel 4:3

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  3. I'm really sorry you are having a hard time. I think you are right to feel your feelings - you are always going to be affected by the loss of your sweet boy. You should always be affected. I didn't know you before I started reading your blog, but your honesty and beautiful writing have affected me. I didn't know Logan, but he affected me too. You aren't a freak. You are a kind, loving mom to 4 kids.

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