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Chemo Success

Tuesday, June 28, 2005 5:59 PM CDT

THE PIC ABOVE IS FOR ALL OF YOU WHO SAY: SHELLEY, WHY ARE THERE NO PICTURES OF YOU???

Thank you for all the prayers.

The port (blasted thing!) worked the first time, exactly as it's supposed to. Long story here, but the port has mostly been a pain in the chest, so I'm glad it finally worked.

Dave's counts are low, but not too critical. They are continuing to give him the procrit, which is keeping his red cells barely in the normal range. They'll continue that at his weekly infusion. His whites have been drifting down slowly, and today they prescribed neupogen. It means another shot in the tummy. Poor Dave. His tummy looks like fireworks....all these lovely explosions of red, purple, blue and green. Sigh.

Dave seems stronger today, able to stand up/sit down without too much shaking. Stairs are better, too. He's still pretty wobbly while walking, tends to drift a lot. Looks a little tipsy. His focus is getting a little better, too. He is staying in conversations better. Finishing them is still a problem, and the short-term memory is pretty much non-existent at this point. But overall, I think he's improved a lot since the hospital stay. We've got a way to go before he gets back to how he was before the clots, but day by day, it's better. I try to remember that God's time is not necessarily going to bend to my will or my schedule. I don't succeed much, but I try. My patience is pretty much shot. I'm tired. I'm easily frustrated. I feel pretty battered right now. And, get this....it looks like Z has whooping cough. Sigh again.

Gotta feed kids and get to Jake's baseball game. Thank goodness Mom is here to help with dinner!

KOKO! Shelley

PS. Funny how there's always a song, isn't it? God is offering us "more than fine" every day, every hour, every minute. Today I need reminding that we were never promised calm waters, only safe passage.

More Than Fine
Switchfoot

When I wake in the morning,
I want to blow into pieces.
I want more than just ok, more than just ok.
When I'm up with the sunrise
I want more than just blue skies.
I want more than just ok, more than just ok.

I'm not giving up, giving up, not giving up now.
I'm not giving up, giving up, not backing down.

More than fine, more than bent on getting by.
More than fine, more than just ok.

When I'm wet with the sunshine.
I want more than just a good time.
I want more than just ok, more than just ok.

I'm not giving up, giving up, not giving up now.
I'm not giving up, giving up, not selling out.

More than fine, more than bent on getting by.
More than fine, more than just ok.
More than fine, more than bent on getting by.
More than fine, more than just ok.

More than oceans away from the dawn.
More than oceans away from the dawn.
More than oceans away from who we are
More than oceans, more than oceans, yeah.

More than fine, more than bent on getting by.
More than fine, more than just ok.
More than fine, more than bent on getting by.
More than fine, more than just ok.

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