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Thursday, June 2, 2005 12:15 AM CDT

Thursday morning.
Thank you for all your prayers. As always, God is true to His promises.

Dave was able to complete the MRI yesterday. We saw Dr. Sacks this morning, and he said there is some swelling, but the computer wouldn't let him call up an old scan to compare it to, so he's not sure if the picture is the same, better or worse as in April. I'll go to his office this afternoon and should know more then. And we'll find out more about chemo then, too. Didn't do the chemo yesterday.

Dave had a strange incident yesterday where he woke up, coughed and then couldn't breathe at all...couldn't move any air at all. He was panicked and it went on for what seemed like forever. Finally, it cleared and he could breathe again. Once he could breathe again, he started having chest pain, and the pain in his back was gone. This scared us quite a bit, as we feared the clot had broken loose and moved closer to his heart. The doctor said no, with the blood thinner on board, things will be okay. So it was just weird. We did find out that the ultrasound showed he does have more blood clots in his legs.

His blood pressure continues to be low, his heart rate is staying pretty close to normal. His oxygen saturation went down in the night, so they have him on oxygen now.

But the good news is, after that odd incident, his pain is much better. They loaded him up with morphine before the MRI at noon yesterday, and he hasn't had any morphine since. The pain is much better. Praise the Lord. Answered prayer number two million and six!

Dave's legs are quite weak. He's exhausted and shaky, but more alert today. Feeling much, much better.

They say he'll get to go home tomorrow. I'll get to learn to give him lovenox shots twice a day. I need Nurse Neese to live closer!

Gotta get a shower. Thanks for the prayers, the thoughts, the visits, the flowers, the food, the chocolate. There are too many people to try and list them all. Please know how grateful we are.

Love you all. Shelley


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