Last Thursday, the 3rd, I met with my oncologist to plan when I'd restart treatment. My blood counts have never been particularly useful (even though I have advanced disease, they've never been above the cutoff point where we'd start to worry about them), but they're still lower than when I started treatment a year ago. The CT scan showed no new tumors in the scan area (I think head and legs are outside, and we know the pelvic area isn't imagable), including in lungs, liver, and bones. The existing appendix tumor remains, but is still around the size it was. It's difficult to image the diffuse tumor on the fatty layer that protects the abdominal organs, so there are still unknowns, but we've decided to delay our decision for a few months. This means they in late September and early October, I'll be doing the same round of tests again to see if I need treatment then. This is fantastic news for my incision, which will get the time to heal properly for sure now.
Over the weekend my partner and I traveled to Elliot Lake to attend a family reunion/baby shower in Espanola. Nearly everyone was there, including the enormous and adorable baby, and it was a fantastic time. I didn't realize how much more recovery I had to do, though, I've never been so tired from sitting in the shade all day.
This need for further recovery was repeated Sunday, when my partner and one or my brothers had a tourist day in and around Elliot Lake, and Monday at Science North. Eight months of treatment that saps your strength, followed by a surgery that steals your endurance, and two months of lying around trying not to harm an incision take nearly everything out of you. At least I have two more months to recover.
Traveling North on Highway 400/69, north of Parry Sound, where the good outcrops are.
Bear friend at the North West Trading Company in Espanola, Ontario
Bear friend likes the same things that poodles like
Additional bear friend, at the Trading Post on Serpent River First Nation
Deer also like what poodles like, tourist centre at Elliot Lake turnoff
Baby deer
My first giant roadside statue. By far the largest, in terms of magnification, I'll ever see. Elliot Lake's Atom Statue, on Highway 108 in Elliot Lake
A miner, next to the atom statue
The view from the lookout point in Elliot Lake
The wiring on this old tower is suspect, but probably fine
My brother and I, not entirely sure what we're doing in the art though
Inside the Science North dinosaur exhibition, Sudbury, Ontario
I forgot what sort of skull this is 😮
Triceratops so big
I loved the lighting almost as much as the dinosaurs
Carnotaurus's face so flat
T-Rex is perfection
Science North is built into the bedrock of the Southern Province of the Canadian shield (2.5 billion years old) and shows evidence of the impact that created the Sudbury basin. These shatter cones are visible as far away as Espanola, Ontario
Porcupine in the tree ❤️
Another view of the bedrock
Beluga whale Skeleton. Beluga whales are surprisingly small
I really liked this porcupine, and the beaver was resting in its lodge for most of my visit
I don't have a lot of heroes, but Chris Hadfield is about as close as it gets
Fin whales, however, are huge (this Skeleton covers three stories of the building)
Moose cosplay would be exhausting
I just really like rocks, okay?
My brother's new cat, Ollie
From the comments
James Petrosky: Anyways, this trip crossed The Atom, three trading posts and Science North off my todo list (which is a physical list on real paper in an actual notebook now (it has a dog in a doughnut on the cover). Meeting the baby was the purpose of the trip, but some light multitasking is good
I did not hold the baby because I was exhausted by the time I arrived and he likes to kick, which would have been bad for my incision. I hope I'll be able to rectify this soon
James Petrosky: I forgot to include the best dinosaur 😮
Today I left Elliot Lake and returned home to Balm Beach, Ontario. Since we departed early in the morning on June 8th, I've only seen Thomasin for around half an hour. I adore Annie and Bessie, my Poodle Pals, and don't know how I'd have handled the last month without them, but I'm overjoyed and relieved to be with my cat again. And she's never been this affectionate. I know I'll eventually have to leave her again, but until that day we're together.
Suspicious berries in Elliot Lake (actually just mountain ash)
Northwest Trading Company, Espanola, Ontario
French River Trading Post, French River, Ontario
Home!
She doesn't like being held, but endured it for me
From the comments
James Petrosky: My incision still has a lot of healing to do, and I'm still restricted on how much I can lift, and the motions I can make. If I were planning on returning to work, I'd still be off for two months.
There is no desernable improvement in my incision healing over the past few days, but I've learned that's the wrong time scale to measure it. Since it isn't infected, or seperating to an alarming rate (we have a home care nurse three times a week, monitoring it), it's best for me to really look at it once a week. You can see the improvement on that timescale.
Much more importantly and excitingly, the reintroduction of previously forbidden foods continues. Tomatoes and pickles are still out, but I enjoyed a bacon cheeseburger with the works, less those toppings, today. It was magnificent. Relish was the major addition, but onion was also forbidden until recently. Photos are from the lunch spot in Spanish, Ontario, at my favourite chip truck north of the French River (aka in Northern Ontario).
Today my mother and I visited one of my cousins (with his parents), which means that today officially kicks off me working through my activity list. He's got some ducks and chickens, two delightful dogs and four wonderful cats. Genuinely, the sort of life I'd have loved to have. I've got no pictures, and forgot all the names but one, because there was a mighty orange cat named Doug, and I spent most of my animal time with him. We'd all be lucky to have a cat as aggressively friendly as Doug.
Given my limitations and situation, which is going to be a caviet implicit in anything I say from here on out, today couldn't have gone better, or been more enjoyable. I saw people I wanted to see, ate one of my favourite sorts of food, pushed myself as hard as I have since the surgery, and pet lots of cats.
The appointment with my oncologist, like the sword of Damocles, hangs over all this. I'm starting to build anxiety about it. I tell myself that anything I learn doesn't suddenly become true by me learning it, and that whatever my fate is has been true since the evening of June 9th, after we all learned the surgery had been cancled, and realistically, also true on the second of August, last year, and perhaps further back, depending on how you feel about free will and cosmic determinism. August second is as far as I dare go.
I look forward to becoming more forward facing, hopefully the appointment will help for that.
From the comments
James Petrosky: If any of you ever find yourself traveling the north shore of Georgian Bay, in a little town called Spanish, right on King's Highway 17, is a chip truck called Lucky's. Extremely strong recommend from me.
They use chicken gravy for their poutine, which is unconventional and not to everyone's taste, but it's the best chicken gravy option I know.
Nancy: Doug
