Today marked radiation treatment number 8 out of 31 treatments. She is back to feeling awful and it is daunting to not even be half way through. What a roller coaster. Radiation seems to be a far tougher treatment  for her than any of the chemotherapy she has had. She is always so tired and nauseated and staying ahead of the cycle of symptoms seems impossible.

Tomorrow is a big day of appointments. Radiation first thing in the morning, then a meeting with the radiation oncologist, and a session with her ‘feelings doctor’. After that we over to Children’s for another appointment with our own oncologist. We will have some blood work to make sure her hemoglobin hasn’t dropped any more and she can continue with radiation. If there is any change  she may need some blood which means we will spend about 6 hours getting the infusion.

I am secretly hoping she needs blood. Because getting blood is like magic. She is like a hungry vampire and as soon as it starts flowing through her veins her she perks up.

Friday will be a double dose of radiation before the weekend. I am anticipating a tired girl.

It was my Auntie Darlene who told us that this number was special and to watch for it. Whenever we saw it, it meant someone was watching out for you and you were free to make a wish. We see it all the time.

This Aunt of mine, who I admired so deeply passed away from cancer just 8 weeks after Logan was diagnosed. She had battled breast cancer for a number of years, and just a few weeks before Logan was diagnosed we found out that it had spread to her brain. When we got the news about Logan, my aunt was devastated. She told me that Logan wouldn’t die because she was going to watch over her from heaven and she was going help her beat it. My Aunt was bossy and always got things done so I had no doubt she would help us from the other side. Now we see that number where- and every time we do I sort of feel like it is Auntie Darlene letting us know that she is working angles for us and that we are on the right track.

Also another sign we notice is Lady bugs. Ever since Logan’s friend Makoda passed away her parents have seen lady bugs every where and this makes them think of their beautiful daughter. Logan wanted to buy Makoda’s mom and dad a ladybug toy to give to them for Makoda’s birthday. We finally delivered it to them on Easter Sunday  Later that night when she was in the bath tub, out of no where a lady bug landed on her.

Weird coincidence? or is there truly something bigger than we know going on?

I like to think the latter- that we are being taken care of and things are out of our hands, but everything is going to be alright.

Now I am getting all deep but, so I should go to bed, I do have to wonder…but either way,  no matter what they are, these little ‘signs’ make us feel hopeful, and we really  need that so we will take them.

I also wanted to mention to you that doing “balding for dollars” this year. BFD is an organization that supports oncology families at Children’s  hospital with expenses. It also helps pay for group activities for kids and families going through treatment. It is an amazing foundation and they have helped us- we want to give back.

Loggie is actually of the ‘poster’ kids for their main fundraising event this year. Her picture is on the pledge forms and she has been  radio commercials to bring awareness to the event. Listen for her on Jack FM from the 8th of April until the 26th.
I have posted the link for her webpage in case any of you would like to get involved or donate. We have a team of people willing to donate their locks including Logan’s best friend Jessica who is going to shave her head.

I think it will be a really great weekend! I don’t think I am BRAVE ENOUGH TO SHAVE… Jared and Brody are going to. I know, seems petty but I am afraid to shave my head and I have only a few things these days that are keeping me sane. I need to hide behind my hair.

Pretty shallow. I tell Logan all the time how beautiful she is, and how being bald doesn’t matter but now I refuse to sign up for a buzz cut. I am a big fat hippocrate. But she has less wrinkles to worry about.