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Friday, October 1, 2004 0:41 AM CDT

Dave had his MRI today, September 30. We get results on Tuesday. We're praying ferverently that the gamma knife is working. We'll also find out on the 5th when/how he'll start the new chemo.

Bob and crew have been roofing like mad. In two days, they tore off the old roof, put up tar paper and flashing and have about 1/2 the shingles done. They are amazing.

Thanks so much to our church family. I'm continually overwhelmed and humbled by how much support we have received.

Thanks beyond measure to Mom Judy and Dad Bob. Thanks also to: Bob Hull, Dan Burbank, Dale Johnson, Doug Hayes, Bill & Peggy Cox, Darlene & Harvey Wellington, Deborah Prior, Richard Greenwood, Skip Pritchard and Jason.

Thanks to Wendye Bren, the cookie lady, for your caring and your "neat rows" therapy!

Thanks to all who brought food for the roofers.. Jana Scudder, Peggy, Deborah, Darlene, Mindy, Judy and others I didn't get told about. Including the person who brought the scalloped potatoes!

Thanks for the folks that rallied around Zach to cheer him up after his broken arm. Kirsten Pribilsky, you are an answer to a prayer. Thanks Karen McDaniel, Alex Falcon, Mindy Meyer, Dale & Ginger Johnson, and Lynn Ferrell. Thanks to his teachers for caring. Thanks for the note, Steve Walk. Thanks for the help on the comforter, Nancy Klicker. Thanks for taking my carpool day, Alex. Thanks for listening, as always, Deb.

I know I'm missing people. If you read this and know of someone who helped on that old roof project that I missed, please let me know.

We are so very grateful. Words are inadequate.

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