Moments of normalcy... We're home in Michigan, a reprieve for mind, body, and soul before Phase Two starts tomorrow in Grand Rapids. Our Spokane doctor's final report was inspiring: that yes, Forrest had become the expected "steroid ball" but in terms of chemo resiliency, the Dr had never... N E V E R ... had a T Cell Leukemia patient go through the first month of Chemo induction as well as Forrest. Never febrile, never puking, never sick, no obvious sores, never any infection, never re-admitted. He said that it really just doesn't happen. (I'm pointing at all of you ✨🙏🏻✨🙌✨)

And so, we've recollected ourselves at home, riding that wave and watching tidbits of Forrest's strength and stamina return. Then, yesterday, our Spokane team called with his Friday bone marrow aspirate results and our hearts sunk. They expected to see no marked presence of leukemia cells still in the marrow. But instead, he still has over 1%. While not super rare, it is a blow. These next two months will be critical for Forrest as new chemo agents are introduced. If any cells are still found at the end of this phase, he'll move into a high risk category. The implications make my stomach drop.

There is a war battling... in Forrest's now-not-so-tiny body... in our minds and spirits as well. Maybe you don't believe in Satan. Sometimes I wish I didn't. But I have felt him at work too many times to kid myself. He is out to kill, steal and destroy. My child's health, my marriage, finances, build project, everything. Anything. I read today: you will know the truth and the truth will set you free. So I claim that Truth. We don't live under a spirit of fear or condemnation but of power and love. We claim that.