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Seattle, again?

Sunday, August 7, 2005 5:01 PM CDT

Medical news: Looks like we have to go to Seattle to get an MRI spectroscopy. Put in a call to our angelic nurse, Jodie, at the Gamma Knife Center at Harborview to help us get that set up. Meantime, we'll stay on the VP-16/Tarceva. We can always rotate back to the CPT-11/Avastin after a round of VP-16. Duke has several protocols running now that rotate chemo agents, thinking this may be a good way to delay the tumor developing resistance to any particular chemo. It's all speculation, but with good logic behind it.

Peach Basket News: We had a lot of fun. Dave was able to go to Zach's first game and Kate's first game. The kids both played really well and had a blast. Neither team made it too far in the tournament, but they had a great time. Kate looked awesome and scored several baskets. Zach had a buzzer-beater 2 point shot to tie one game. Very cool.

Erik, Evy, Canute and Sonja and Andrew, Adrienne, Jeremy and Brent all came for the weekend. We got to see Dale and Ginger yesterday. Bob and Judy and Bob and Mindy saw most of the kid's games. Mom and Dad stayed with Dave while the rest of us finished the tourney. The heat was simply blistering, and Dave couldn't stay out there all day.

Today we watched old video of the Currents, the band that Dave and Erik and Mark were in during college and a few years after. It was fun to see them, looking so young and rocking on stage, such stars, with the fan blowing their 80's hair all over. Evy and I were dancing together, the ultimate groupies. Ah, memories. We were all singing along, and took time to remember Steve, being Bono in the pizza parlor, with his red beret and long hair. We miss him, every inch of that 6'6" guy. The Doctor, leaving 30 minute messages from Hawaii on our answering machine, messages with l-o-n-g pauses. Giving hugs that just swallowed you up. Drumming like he was in an Olympic sprint. And smiling, always smiling. Sometimes smirking. We love you, Steve. Mark, wish you had been there today.

Dave is enjoying having visitors, but sometimes things are a little hairy around here, so we're implementing a new system.

There will be a sign in the window. One side says: "Visitors Welcome." The other side says, "Not a good time for visitors." So please, check the sign before you ring the bell.

Thank you for your continued prayers, support and love.



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