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Home Again

Friday, February 4, 2005 11:54 PM CST

We're home, we're home, we're home!! Hooray!

Thanks to Denise, Mark and Peter for being there on one of the most awful days. Come to think of it, you three have been there EVERY awful day. Maybe we shouldn't let you come around anymore!! (Just kidding, of course....what would we do without you there in our time of need? Without Denise to keep me sane, Mark to hug me and Peter to pray with us, we'd be LOST! You guys are the BEST! Remember the snowball fight the day after Kyle's funeral, when the diaper service guy thought we'd lost our minds? And Denise in her yellow pants? And Mark and Steve and Erik piling with us on the hide-a-bed and bending the couch? You have been there for us time and time again. Thank you!) And Evy, Canute, Sonja and Echo (and Erik via Florida), thank you for your loving welcome and providing a place where we can just be. The Haroldsons have been there for us, too. Evy, do you remember singing "Buytl sphere, I come bouncing back to you, butyl sphere..." to Dave? He thinks it was during a pictionary game. We laughed so hard remembering that. Thanks Moms and Dads for keeping the home fires burning while we were gone.

Dave is looking and feeling GREAT!!! You'd never know he had a tumor in his head at all. We had a good trip home, laughing and searching for decent music on the radio. Heard Travis Tritt:

"It's a great day to be alive, I know
The sun's still shinin' when I close my eyes,
There's some hard times in the neighborhood,
But why can't every day be just this good?"

Today is a good day. Me and my love, driving, and singing, the wind and the sun outside. No non-existent pizza parlors to try to find. Hugs and stories from the kids when we got home. Like Dave says, "Make it a good day."

On the business side, we sent scans to Duke (NC) and San Fransisco for further opinions on the chemo. Everyone seems to have different ideas. This will be the lynchpin and the least clear decision for us. So please pray for guidance and signs that even us stupid people can read!

Jodie Lee, Dr. Rock-n-Roll, Lily, Marie, Dr. guys rock! The GK staff at Harborview are like no other people on earth. We felt among family yesterday. Never once did they look at Dave like a "patient." They took time to see him and respect him for what he is...a real person, with a real life, with real people who need and love him. Thanks, guys, we'll never forget it.

Gotta get some sleep. Love, Shelley


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