URGENT PRAYERS NEEDED!!!!!!!

Cancer doesn't care what your age is. It doesn't care what your name is. It doesn't if you're rich or poor, the color of your skin, or who your parents are. Cancer doesn't care if you have your life planned out or even if you're right in the middle of watching all of your dreams come true. It's faceless and often symptom less until it's gripping you so tightly that it can't be ignored or explained away. Cancer doesn't knock on your door and it certainly doesn't wait patiently on your steps until you've invited it in. It's angry without provocation. Ugly. It'll bring you to your knees in prayer like nothing else can. Will you pray with me?
A very dear friend of mine is entering a battle against the monster known as neuroblastoma. Not a battle for her own life, but a battle for her son's. If you think about it, maybe it is a battle for her own life. Her kids are HER life. As a parent, I'm hurting for her. I know how precious life is and how it feels to cry and worry and wonder. I've spent what feels like a million lifetimes walking those hospital hallways with God at my side. Begging and pleading for answers and relief for my child. No, I've never battled a monster like hers, but I've rocked my baby at death's door and been blessed to come out the other side with my child still in my arms. As a friend, I want to be angry FOR her. I want to shoulder the grief and take it all in for myself. I want to feel it for her so she can concentrate on the battle that is her future-her son's future. Logan is just a little boy, barely older than my Laney. Cute as can be and a real firecracker. When he's healthy, he's precocious and full of imagination. Vivacious and full of life to the point of bursting. He's the kind of son I've always wanted and the kid that I most envy her for being blessed with. (Yes, I've been coveting her kid!) Her son is a ray of sunshine on the darkest of days and I swear, her day would have to get just a little bit brighter each morning when his feet hit the floor. I know I can't help but smile when I watch him play.
Logan was diagnosed just 2 days ago with an aggressive neuroblastoma. At least a stage 3, possibly stage 4 when the biopsys are complete, it's inoperable at this time but we hope that, with chemo, it will shrink so that a surgery will become an option for him. I'm asking that you pray for Logan and his family as they start this battle with the monster. Together we can storm the gates of heaven on Logan's behalf. Pray for the doctors treating him, the staff that will be caring for him, the people that love him who will be walking this road with him. Pray for his sisters, 3 of them, as they try to just take all this in, too young to really understand anything. Pray for relief from pain and rest when he's weary. Pray for good judgment in decision making. Pray that every avenue is explored and that no stone is left unturned. Pray that the right treatments are given. Pray for remission. Please, if you feel led, tell your friends, your worship centers, your youth groups. Pray for Logan.