Sunday, July 23, 2006


It's the 23rd of the month. Again. That stuff about it getting easier. HA! Not easier. We're here at the beach. Dave loved to go to the beach. He'd bring his guitar and sit around the fire and play. He'd eat oysters with my dad and walk out on the sand when the tide was low. He'd play games with the kids and the dogs. He'd hang out with Dad and Denny in the shop. It doesn't seem right that he's not here with us. This is our first trip to the beach (that's what we call my mom & dad's house...they live on Willapa Bay, a couple of miles from Long Beach) in several years. The last two years before Dave died, our travels were mostly to energy to drive that extra two hours here and back. My memories of Dave here are of him healthy and vibrant.

It's been a good vacation. We went rafting in Wenatchee, took a spin through Leavenworth and Cashmere, spent some time with Erik, Evy & kids in Seattle, saw the Weiderspans at the zoo in Tacoma, went miniature golfing in Puyallup, spent a few days in a new hotel there down on the waterfront. I took the kids on a nostalgic tour...this is where your dad worked (they have re-vamped the West End Tavern into a Pub and Grill!), this is where we had our first date, here is the house I was living in, here's his fraternity house, here's the house where we lived when you were get the idea. We ate at Spaghetti Factory and Frisko Freeze and saw Pinch's Deli (we were too full to eat there).

We also went to Gig Harbor. We had lunch with Brian Wickens. It was so good to see him. We went to the cemetery in Gig Harbor to see Kyle and Doug's graves. It was an emotional experience, especially for Kate. I'm trying to decide what to do with Dave's ashes...if you've been following the story, you might remember that Dave's ashes are sitting on a table in our living room. Complete with Goofy hat. Or sometimes a WaHi or Seahawks hat. I haven't felt pressed to do anything, especially since there is that giant rock at WaHi (thanks, Val and crew!) for people to have a place to go to remember. I see flowers there often. And the kids don't seem to mind Dave just hanging out. I wanted Dave and Kyle together...and now with Doug buried next to Kyle, I didn't want to move Kyle....sigh. One suggestion was to leave the marker, but move Kyle's ashes. Kate burst into tears. She thought that was a terrible idea. They said we could put Dave's ashes in the same grave with Kyle, there's a sealed concrete box. That might be an option. That would least until I die.

Then we went to Kelso. I got to have coffee with Lisa, and that was really nice to reconnect with her. Then we drove on to the beach. Then back to Wallyworld for a couple of days, then back to the beach. You should see Duke. He's having an absolute blast here, running like crazy until he just runs out of steam and falls over in the shade to sleep.

Oh...and in the category of, "What Did I Do Wrong In A Former Life To Deserve All This - Minor Division," there won't be any more pictures...somewhere between Wenatchee and Seattle, our camera guessed it, our new digital video camera that records on the mini-dvd's and takes still pics, too. Sheesh. At least there are wheat pancakes with fresh blackberries and blueberries for breakfast, so it can't be all bad!

Saturday, July 15, 2006


Hi all,
We are having a fabulous time! Here's a picture of yesterday. Today we travel to Tacoma, then Kelso. We're at the Haroldsons now and the kids are in heaven. More pics to come! Love, Shell

Friday, July 07, 2006

Answered Prayer

Hello all you prayer warriors...KEEP IT UP!!!

First Nicholas: they did the bone scan this morning and it was completely clear. They said that tumors in the lungs are very, very rare as a primary site in children, so they think that perhaps the lesions they saw might not be tumors, but maybe some kind of pneumonia or infection. They are going to do two weeks of big gun antibiotics and then re-do the lung scan to see if the lesions have cleared. THIS is what we will pray for!!! That would be the perfect answer! Boldly approach the throne and claim the promises on behalf of Nicholas. Believe that he will be restored to perfect health in the name of our Lord, Jesus Christ!

I heard from Doug Hayes. Information on Ashley has been sketchy, but he said that she is in Texas now, which is good news and that she is no longer in a coma. She is responding somewhat, she is not fully conscious and has not been able to talk yet, but she is trying to drink water and even reaching for the tv remote. Keep praying for her recovery to be quick and complete! Doug also said that there was misinformation earlier. Her father died in the car crash, but her uncle did not. He didn't mention an aunt. Please keep your prayers coming for Ashley, her family, and all her friends here in Walla Walla.

And may the blessings you request for others in His name, be multiplied and returned to you. Love, Shell

Thursday, July 06, 2006


The Wellington-Baker-Buttice family is on the way to Seattle today. Please pray for safe travels for all of them. Niko will have a bone scan at Children's Hospital at 9:00 am Pacific time. Please take a moment at that time and pray for him. They are searching for the primary site. It is unusual for the lung to be the primary place in a child so young, so they are thinking the tumors must have traveled from somewhere else. They've already ruled out the testicles, so now are checking the bones. Pray that the doctors will have supernatural wisdom and discernment, that God will guide their every move and every decision. Pray for the phlebotomists to have steady hands and painless sticks. Pray for the nurses to be caring, understanding and soothing to Nicholas and his family. Pray for strength and courage for Kristi. Thank you for your support of this incredible family. I'll update when I hear more.

Also, on the positive side, we heard from a friend of Ashley's that she is responding and is out of the coma. This is a wonderful testament to the power of prayer. Information has been pretty sketchy coming in, we still don't know if she is in Mexico or in the US, but Zach did hear from two different people that Ashley is doing better. We're continuing to pray for her and her mom.

Love, Shell

Thunder and Lightning

I sit here, early this morning, thinking about the sky. How it reflects my moods and my feelings sometimes. Last night, it seemed that even the angels had had enough. Bolts of lightning streaked across the sky, blue light flashing outside, and the thunder rumbled. This morning, the rain comes down, steady. In the last 12 hours, I've slept little and moved from disbelief to anger to sadness to despair. So I come here, to ask for prayers.

The Wellington family has been a huge source of support and friendship for the Meyer family for years, since Dave was a little tyke. Harv coached football with Dave, taught Sunday school for our kids, Dee has been a listener and a friend, their daughter Kristi and her husband Forrest work with me at WWCC and have been so caring and faithful in their prayer support. Kristi has two sons, Anthony is Kenny's age, and Anthony has been such a great friend to Kenny. Nicholas is their little one.

It's time for us to rally for them. Nicholas, who is six (I think?), woke up with back pain on the 4th of July. The end result of lots of tests and running around is that they found two lesions on his lungs. The lesions appear to be tumors. They will be going to Seattle for more tests and to find out exactly what they are dealing with and what the treatment will be.

Please, please, please, right now, get on your knees and pray for this little guy and his family. I cannot bear to think of him sick. He is an adorable kid, cute as a button, friendly and smart as a whip. I think of how anguished my heart is over this, and wonder how Kristi can bear it. But being the kind of mama she is, she's already moving forward and researching her options, moving quickly to protect her child. Pray for peace for this family, pray for the wisdom and ability of the doctors to guide them toward a perfect, complete cure for Nicholas, pray for health and well-being, pray for safe travels. Pray for God to reach down and hold them all in the palm of His hand, safe, whole, happy, peaceful.

Thank you, Team Meyer. Please let us know you're praying by posting in the comments (you don't have to register to comment, you can comment anonymously, and just write your name in the post) or by sending an email: Click here to e-mail. Thank you!

Monday, July 03, 2006

Baseball and Prayers

We went to Yakima this weekend. Poor Zach. I tell him often that it's a good thing he's smart, talented and handsome, because luck...well, he's got NONE of that!

While warming up a relief pitcher, Zach took a ball to the shin. Yep, you guessed it, not the healthy shin, not above or below the surgery site, nope...a DIRECT hit to his incision. The wound broke open, and there was blood everywhere! Sigh. And the look on his face, the tears when he realized that this was going to keep him from playing, it was absolutely heartbreaking. Sigh. A little first aid from our team doc, and he was back in, sore, but pretty much okay. Couldn't play in the field, but got to be the DH, and batted really well, so although he was disappointed, it could have been a lot worse.

We had fun in Yakima, even though it was SCORCHING hot! Baseball's winding down, the boys started BDAD (Blue Devil Athletic Development) today.

Zach and his friends gathered at the church last night. One of Zach's friends from youth group and school, Ashley Chivara, was in Mexico with her father. They were in a horrible car accident. Her father, aunt and uncle were killed instantly. Ashley is on life support. We don't know if she's still in Mexico or not, there was talk of life-flighting her to Seattle. Her mom is there with her now, Mom didn't go to Mexico with her initially, she was on a trip with her dad to see family. Zach's understanding is that they are giving Ashley 48 hours to come out of the coma, and if she doesn't, her mom will be faced with making decisions about continuing life support or not. Zach and Ashley are not close friends, but he cares for her a lot, and he is having a hard time coping. He said he held it together through the prayer vigil until afterwards when Cyndi hugged him, and he just broke down. We all are having a hard time understanding, grasping this. At 14 she should be swimming, playing, listening to music, running with her friends, blogging on her MySpace account and arguing with her parents, not fighting for her life in a hospital.

I'm ready to hide out and close my ears and shut off my phone. It seems the bad news just keeps rolling in. Like a flood, the water just keeps rising and rising, destroying lives, shaking faith, breaking hearts, and we struggle just to keep treading water, trying to keep from going under.

It's summer here. The sun blazes hot during the day and all living creatures seek a place where it's cool. The wheat fields are golden and rustle when the hot breeze stirs through. When you open a car door, the heat is a physical presence, it rolls out of the car and pushes you back, stealing your breath. As the sun goes down, the sky is black and clear, studded with a million stars. The air cools just a little. You can hear the ch-ch-ch-ch of the irrigation sprinklers across the fields. You can smell onions, fragrant, pungent, like opening a bag of Lays Sour Cream and Onion potato chips. People come out of their houses, and sit on porches in the evenings, drinking lemonade or iced tea, they stroll down the streets, hand-in-hand, with kids and dogs in tow. I've always loved summer, and there is something about a summer evening in Walla Walla. The first time Dave and I sat on his parents deck, just after sunset, and talked as the evening unfolded after a blistering day, the night air soothing, like aloe on a sunburn...that's when I knew, this is where we belong.

Even summer is tainted now. The relentless heat, the unforgiving sun pounding down, the sound of sprinklers and thumping basketballs on driveways...these bring back memories of last summer. Last July, trying desperately to hold onto hope, that fear knotted in my stomach, watching Dave as each new symptom arose, knowing somewhere deep inside that the beast was gaining ground, trying not to look, not to acknowledge, as if I believed that if I didn't see it, the beast would go away, thinking that like the boogeyman, this awful thing would feed and grow on my fear. Seeing the first few signs of decline, trying to wish it away, believing with all my heart that another miracle was just around the corner, terrified that we had run out of miracles. And eventually, the knowing, the sick, punched-in-the-gut feeling that there was nothing more to do. And not knowing how to cope with that.

This heat brings me back to those days in a very real way. It brings back the fear, the despair, the desperation. I hope that working through it again, will also bring back the connection, the love, the faith that was also there. Today, it's just raw. Like Zach's leg, a wound re-opened, painful and nearly unbearable.

Please pray for Ashley and her family. Love you all, Shell