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Laughter - it sounds good

Saturday, August 13, 2005 10:57 PM CDT

"What do you get when you cross an elephant with ex-lax?"

Two peanuts went into a bar. One was assaulted.

Little, tiny voice answers the phone, "Hello?"
"Is your mommy there?"
Tiny voice whispers, "Yes."
"Can I talk with her?"
Tiny voice whispers, "No, she's busy."
"Well, is your daddy there?"
Whisper: "Yes."
"Can I speak with him?"
"No, he's busy, too."
"Well is there anyone else there?"
"Yes, the firepeople are here."
"Can I talk to one of them?"
"No, they're busy."
"Is there anyone else there?"
"Yes, the police."
"Can I talk to the police?"
"No, they're busy."
"OK, so your mommy and daddy and the police and the firepeople are all there, but they're busy?"
"That's right."
"What are they all so busy doing?"
Tiny whisper: "Looking for me."

Kenny, getting ready for anesthesia for a dental procedure, says to the doctor: "Are you the one that's gonna knock me out?" Doctor says, "Yes, that's the plan." Kenny says, "Not if I knock you out first!"

Just a sample of what was flying around our living room tonight. Lots of laughter, and Dave smiling, laughing. And zinging us.

I said, "Well, I'm a slow driver, Dave calls me Pokey. I'm pretty cautious." Dave: "You THINK you're cautious!"

Mom to Dave: "You look pretty spiffy today." Dave: "TODAY???"

Denise to Annalee, "How old are you now?" Dave: "42." Denise, "What?" Dave: "Why don't you ask me how old I am??"

What a night.

Obviously, Dave has perked up quite a bit! We got some IV fluids and decadron at his appointment yesterday, which made a huge difference. He's back at it. Good appetite, good energy, and full of well....his eyes ARE brown, after all. Singing some, even.

PET scan will be reviewed at the Gamma Knife Board on Monday and at the Neuro-Onc Board on Wednesday. Dr. Sacks didn't have the disk yet when we met with him, and said that really, without the report, we probably wouldn't get much good information. We did look at the scan, but it's very different from an MRI, and all Greek to me. He does have a very pretty brain. :-)

We'll know more as it comes. A song for you:

"Rest" by Skillet

Still, soft quietly spoken voice
That persistently calls my name
And quickens my heart to come
And I come

And I rest in the shelter of Your love
And I rest in the wonder of Your Grace
And I rest in the shelter of Your love
And I rest in the wonder of You

Embraced in the promise of You
Is rest for the weary soul
Releasing all that is mine
I reach for You

And I rest in the shelter of Your love
And I rest in the wonder of Your Grace
And I rest in the shelter of Your love
And I rest in the wonder of You

Take all the old and You make it new
Everything I give to You
You're the hope that can pull me through


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