Monday, March 14, 2016

Alaska: The Last Frontier Part VI - Arctic Circle

On our way up to Alaska, we crossed paths with a woman who had decided that if she was going all the way to Alaska, then she was going to put her toe in the Arctic Ocean. She intended to drive the Dalton Highway all the way to Prudhoe Bay to do just that. I don't know whether or not she actually got there, but it inspired me. I knew I could only wish to get to the Arctic Ocean but, thanks to the woman in the office at our RV park who gave us several brochures on the many things to do and see in the Fairbanks area, the bus trip to the Arctic Circle jumped out at me. I looked at my sister, Pam, and asked "you wanna go to the Arctic Circle?" Of course the answer was yes.

The tour to the Arctic Circle started out at the tour company's office on the back side of the airport at about 6:30 in the morning. Everybody was given a sheet of paper to tick off our choices for lunch, then we boarded a commuter type shuttle bus and set off on our fifteen hour day. Our tour guide was a real estate agent making a little extra money on the side. He was full of interesting facts about the the Dalton Highway, the history the area and the Alaska Pipeline.

I've asked many people since that day what they think of when they think of the word tundra. Most people respond with exactly what I imagined when I thought of the tundra: A vast expanse of ice and snow as far as the eye can see and not much of anything else except a polar bear or two. Well, I was wrong. At least in the summer months. The tundra is an amazing place teeming with beautiful, colorful plants. We got to walk onto the tundra and it is like walking on a sponge. It is soggy with water and sits upon permafrost. The tundra is very delicate and can damage easily. Our guide described how if a truck drove across the tundra its tracks would fill with water, killing the plants, and leave behind black swaths that last for ages. The growing season is only 60 to 90 days long, which isn't enough for the plant life to grow over the damaged areas.

Getting to see and walk on the tundra was the highlight of the trip for me. The second highlight was standing under the Alaska Pipeline. The building of the pipeline was big news during my teenage and early adult years. It provided a lot of people good paying jobs.

Surprisingly, finally getting to the Arctic Circle felt a little anti-climactic but, just to know, just to say that my sister and I have been that far north on this earth, to have been beyond the mighty Yukon River, to have the memories of it, to point to it on a map, to have gone somewhere I never dreamed I would ever go, is, and may forever be, one of the greatest highlights of my life. I wouldn't trade the experience for anything. Not a damn thing.




A beautiful birch forest that was damaged by fire.

Just a little color to decorate the side of the outhouse at the Wildwood General Store.

Our tour driver, Aaron Lojenski, on the left. Such a cute place located along the Dalton Highway in Joy, Alaska, just about 95 miles north of Fairbanks. Joy is named after one of the original founders of this outpost, the Wildwood General Store. It is now being run by the second generation.

I loved this handwritten sign. I guess you just have to keep running.

The great engineering feat called the Alaska Pipeline.

Pamela standing under the pipeline.

The Dalton Highway. That beautiful pink patch is none other than Fireweed. Love, love, love Fireweed.

Pamela's feet sinking into the beautiful tundra.

The tundra is made up of so many colors and textures.

Looking out across the tundra to the Black Spruce in the distance. Those trees which look to be maybe 8 to ten feet tall may be well over 100 years old.

Our tour driver, Aaron, showing folks the permafrost under the tundra plants. 

Pamela's special ceremony marking her official crossing into the Arctic Circle. Aaron said we were actually about 20 miles inside the circle, which I thought was extra cool.

We walked a little way into a birch forest.

Tree roots growing along the surface.

Just so beautiful.

More arctic/tundra plants.


I love this photo of Pamela.

The mighty Yukon River next to the Yukon River Camp where we picked up our lunches on our way up and stopped to have dinner on our way down. This photo was taken about 7:00pm.

Some of the beautiful, windblown grasses by the Yukon River.

Chena Hot Springs, Fairbanks, AK. This was the hottest hot springs I've ever been in.


Alaska colors. 










Monday, March 7, 2016

Alaska: The Last Frontier Part V - Denali

Well, here is part 5 of my Alaska blogs. If you didn't read my last blog you might not know that I had cancer. I'm fine now—or at least for now—but I really haven't felt like writing. For the most part, I haven't even picked up my camera for several months. Sights I might usually like to photograph I've been taking in through my own eyes, for my own gratification, instead of always seeing everything through a lens. I'm starting to get the urge to use my camera again, which is good, but what I choose to photograph must feel substantial to me.

I will caption the photos below because they will jog my memory. I hope you enjoy them.



My sister, Pam, and I caught this little baby toad at a campground in Houston, AK. We kept it just long enough to enjoy its cute face and photograph it.

Letting the little guy go.

This is the Little Susitna River that ran along the back of the campground. It was about 100 feet from our campsite. After arriving there, Pam and I took a walk along the riverbank. I heard a deep sounding splash and I looked toward where I'd heard it. An otter swam right by us. I didn't have my camera with me at that moment, darn it. But what a thrill.

Just a small fry in the shallows.

Rob flying his hexacopter at the campground in Houston.

Here we are in Denali National Park visiting the sled dogs. This is Finn. The Rangers put on demonstrations for tourists to explain how they use the dogs. You can drive your car only so far into Denali. To go any farther you must take one of the shuttle or bus tours. When out in Denali in one of the buses and when within hearing distance of any of the wildlife, the driver insists that everyone whispers. They do not want the wildlife to hear human voices if at all possible. It is already bad enough that they hear and see the buses. During the winter months, Rangers traverse Denali using only sled dogs. This helps keep the human impact on wildlife to a minimum.

Here is Rob giving Clove a little love.

During the demonstration, one of the Rangers asked which dog was people's favorite. Lots of folks said 'Annie.' Well, that's because Annie is a love. A true sweetie pie who loves people—as you will see in the next photo.

This is Annie giving Pam a big old kiss!

Poor Aliqsi. All she wanted to do was sleep and everyone kept trying to get her attention.

Here is beautiful Finn, again. Be sure to click on the photo to enlarge it. You have to see his amazing eyes.

These dogs work hard so they always appreciate a little snooze time. And Carpe is seizing his.

A few of the 2015 sled dog puppy litter. After the demonstration and after the folks who took the group bus to the kennels left, the rest of us were told to sit on the ground, indian style, with knees touching your neighbor's. This was called the puppy circle. They put four or five pups in the middle for us to hold and play with. They didn't want to be held and they only wanted to play with each other.

This pup's name is Disco. Disco was the most rambunctious of all the puppies and seemed to be the Alpha. He was also the most photogenic.

How can anyone resist such a sweet face.

Yes, we were of the lucky ones. We actually got to see Denali, albeit from a great distance and not while we were actually in the park. 

This Ptarmigan was along the side of the road as our shuttle tour bus drove by.

And baby Ptarmigans on the side of the road. If they hadn't been moving around, they may have been almost invisible.

One of the tourists asked the driver how many bear sightings she's had in a day The answer was six. We say 13 on our day out. Some of them may have been the same bears on our way back as we saw on our way up, but that wasn't the point. The point was they were still visible. All these grizzlies were very blond.



One of the beautiful views in Denali National Park. I had so many more photographs that may have been better, but I lost them. I lost them because I wasn't paying attention when I was transferring them from memory card to computer. I get upset if I think about it too much. C'est la vie.




Saturday, November 21, 2015

Plans Interrupted: An Important Message to Women About the BIG C

It was a beautiful day in Orland, Maine, a Friday, September 25th, a month and a half after I took my sister to airport in Fairbanks, Alaska. I was busy matting and framing a print I bought for her in Skagway, Alaska. A print by an artist whose style she admired multiple times while we shopped together in Alaska. In our motorhome, I keep my mat board supplies under our mattress. Rob held up the mattress as I tugged out the chosen matting and the cutting board I use to protect my dinette table. My phone rang but I didn't hear it while we were doing this.

I went about cutting the matting and carefully brushed away any dust before placing it in its frame. I showed it to Rob, who approved the color choices I made for the double-mat. I wrapped it with lots of bubble wrap and put it in the perfect box for shipping, which I would do when we got to Lancaster, New Hampshire.

Finally, later in the afternoon, I picked up my phone and saw I had missed a call from my sister. A voice mail message awaited my attention, which essentially said to call when I got the message. The thought that first crossed my mind was whether our mom was okay. I called her right away. Never did I expect to hear that she had endometrial, aka uterine, cancer. What I recall of the conversation is only a fraction of what we talked about. I remember she mentioned bleeding, seeing her doctor, cancer, hysterectomy. Did she tell me surgery was going to happen the first of October, then, or in a subsequent conversation? I don't know. I think I was reeling from the news.

Reeling is not something we generally do in our family. We are pretty pragmatic. It doesn't help to get hysterical or think of the worst. We deal with it. We do what we have to do and take it as it comes. We try not to worry unless there is something to worry about. But, I thought about her constantly.

And I thought about another thing.

Some months ago, maybe six or seven or eight, someone had a post on Facebook, to which I commented that I feel I've lived a blessed life. So many people deal with more than I can imagine in their lives: deaths of numerous people surrounding them, whether family or close friends; serious illnesses that require a level of strength and fortitude to survive it, whether it be themselves or someone they love, and still manage to maintain sanity; or, other types of trials such as homelessness or murder or some such thing. I haven't had to deal with any of this. I wondered, in my comment, when the other shoe would drop for me. When would it be my turn to deal with something harrowing, mournfully sad or life changing?

Our mother had uterine cancer 15 years before. We don't know what type of cancer cells she had but, after her hysterectomy, they found no further cancer in her uterus. They apparently got it all with the biopsy. It was caught early. That was great news, a true relief. It seemed easy peasy. She got checked regularly by the doctor over several years and it was soon in the past. I never once got a sense of impending doom. Somehow, I just knew everything would be fine.

But would it be the same for my sister? Would she be alright? Would this be the experience to test my fortitude, my strength, my resolve? After all, I'd been feeling as though something was going to happen for months.

Then my sister called me about 5 or 6 days after her hysterectomy. Her biopsy indicated that she had the bad cancer cells. The ones called 'clear cells.' The type that are aggressive. But, like our mom, she had no further cancer in her uterus. Her ovaries, fallopian tubes and cervix were also clear of cancer cells. They got it all in the biopsy! We were two for two. She'll need to be seen every six months for a couple of years and then every year for another three to be considered cancer free, but the prognosis is good.

But that's not the end of the story.

The day after my sister called with her positive news, I started spotting. Blood. Not a lot. But blood. I hadn't had any blood since I had a D&C in 2009 for uterine polyps. What the hell?

I emailed my GYN in California to find out what I should do? I told her I was on the east coast and she said to come in when I got back. I had to explain that I wouldn't be back in California until June of next year. She replied that she still wasn't too concerned since I "wasn't soaking through two pads an hour" but that I should be seen within the next few weeks.

My California friends and family will understand what I mean when I talk about Kaiser Permanente as my health provider. They are not located in every state. They pay for health care only provided in one of their facilities unless, and only unless, it is an emergency - as in having to be seen in an emergency room. I couldn't even pay cash to a doctor and laboratory, show proof it, and have it count against my deductible. Nope. So sorry. Then, while I was on the Kaiser website, I clicked on the 'Regions' drop down menu and found, lo and behold, they have offices in Virginia. We were going to be in Virginia in less than two weeks! I called member services to find out what I had to do to be seen in Virginia. And to their credit, they guided me accurately. I got an appointment with a GYN in Fredericksburg for two days after our arrival.

I was seen by a wonderful doctor who listened to me. She didn't even need to physically check me. She suggested a biopsy right there in the office but, because I go into vagal shock with just about any pain experienced in my nether regions, which is dangerous, and because I drove three hours to get to my appointment and that I'd be in Virginia for only a week, she asked her nurse to see if I could get an ultrasound appointment anywhere in their network that day. And they pulled it off. I did a lot of driving that day, but we were on our way to finding out what was happening with my body. That was Tuesday.

Friday morning, the doctor called to let me know that my uterine lining was way too thick, which is not a good sign. Considering my history, she wanted to schedule me for a D&C for Monday. I had to have a surgical setting to assure I survived the procedure. At this point I was thinking that it was still a good possibility that I was having a recurrence of uterine polyps.

The day after the D&C, I felt so well that we continued our plans and left for my friend's house in North Carolina. We got our motorhome set up in their driveway and were enjoying a conversation when my phone rang. It was the doctor asking if I was still in Virginia. No. I already knew I would fly home if I needed any sort of treatment. The pathologist called her with a head's up and she hated to tell me over the phone but it was cancer. No idea yet what type of cells, but cancer it was.

Wow. I called my mom. She called my sister. I didn't feel like I could make that call and call my five daughters. My sister called me. Or did we text? I don't remember. She told me to use the GYN Oncologist she did. I emailed my GYN in California and told her to refer me to the oncologist. She did. Immediately. That was October 27th.

Within a couple of days, I heard from the oncologist's office. Could I be there for a pre op appointment on November 4th and surgery on November 5th? Yes. We booked my flight to California for November 2nd. In the meantime, I made sure the California people got in touch with the Virginia people. They needed the pathology results from the D&C, which they received in plenty of time. (Thank you, nurses, for your dedication). Good news! I had the better, slow-growing cells called Adenocarcinoma.

The ball was rolling and it was rolling fast. I left my husband behind in North Carolina with the motorhome, our cats and birds. And, since, he went on the Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, then Woodbine, Georgia, and he now awaits my return in Williston, Florida.

My sister who, by the way, is an RN, and was still recovering from her own surgery, accompanied me to mine. On the way to the hospital, I told her what I'd been feeling for so many months. I told her I didn't think mine was going to be the slam-dunk that hers and our mom's appeared to be. When you consider the odds, how could we be three for three?

Just so you know, I was true to form. I was awakened in recovery with nurses speaking loudly, saying 'open your eyes! take a deep breath! when you hear that beep, take a deep breath! open your eyes! take a deep breath! open your eyes! deep breath, deep breath!' I knew exactly what was happening even though the urge was strong just to simply go to sleep.

Fast forward five days. The oncologist called with the pathology results. 'Good news! I'm sure we got it all!' You mean no further cancer was found? 'Oh, no. There was cancer. But none in the lymph nodes, none in the ovaries.' Well, that is good news. 'I don't recommend any further treatment even though there is some controversy about that because the cancer did start to climb into the fallopian tubes.' Ummm. Okaaay? I made an appointment for my follow-up for the 19th. 'Good. Good. I'll go over the results with you then.' Okay.

Although I know it did, I didn't quite realize how much that conversation preyed on my mind until it got closer to the appointment. My daughters wanted to know if I would be joining them for Thanksgiving and I found I just couldn't commit until I knew what was really happening to me, what it all really meant and my questions were answered. After the appointment, I felt much better, lighter. Because, what I didn't know from the quick phone conversation, and the oncologist apologized for it, was that the cancer cells found in the fallopian tubes were detached, which means they were free floating. They hadn't attached to tissue and were not multiplying there. The cancer did penetrate the uterine wall by a depth of 15%. They are most concerned if the invasion is 50% or more. I also found out that there were free floating cancer cells outside the uterus, in the abdominal cavity, which doesn't sound too good to me even though the doctor feels confident that she washed them all out, which is the final part of the procedure prior to suturing.

So my uterine cancer is not a slam-dunk. I will be seen every six months. I will insist on the appropriate tests to determine if any stray cancer cells remained and whether or not they attached to any tissue. After all, who's to say every single cell was found and removed? It's not as though they are visible to the naked eye.

That's my story, but, THIS IS WHAT ALL YOU LADIES NEED TO KNOW:

If you are premenopausal and you experience any unusual spotting or bleeding between your normal menstrual periods, go get seen. Make the appointment. Make your GYN address the possibility of a serious issue if he/she seems to want to blow you off. Or, get rid of that doctor and see someone else. Remember: A pap smear is for detecting cervical cancer, not uterine cancer. Any unusual spotting is a possible indicator of uterine cancer.

If you are postmenopausal, pay close attention to any changes. After menopause, you usually don't experience any kind of vaginal discharge. Both my sister and I experienced sometimes white, sometimes clear or mucus-like discharge just like in our premenopausal days. It just made us think hmmm. We experienced it for about the same amount of time - approximately four to five months before we showed blood. My sister's blood was heavy. Mine was just spotting. My sister, being the RN she is, knew to get seen right away though not because of the discharge, only the blood. It can fool anyone.

And note that my sister's cancer was of an aggressive type but she had no spread of the disease beyond the endometrial lining. Mine was a slow-growing, non-aggressive type but my uterus was riddled with the disease. This means that my cancer was growing, possibly for years, without any symptoms at all.

My sister asked me, if this hadn't happened to her, would I have gone to a doctor right away? I started to answer yes, but I had to stop myself. If I'm being truly honest with myself, I'm not sure I would have. I know I would've seen my doctor, but I may have waited until I got home to California next June. If I had done that, the possibility exists that those free floating cancer cells might have attached in the fallopian tubes. Why is that a concern? Because it means the difference between Stage I cancer and Stage III. It may have even meant my life. And, hey, I've got plans!

Just remember: If it is different, see your doctor. As my sister said to me when she told me of her diagnosis, run, don't walk, to your doctor. And take a proactive approach to your health care. It could save your life.



 

Sunday, September 13, 2015

Alaska: The Last Frontier, Part IV - Valdez


Valdez is beautiful. It is a quaint town surrounded by soaring mountains, lots of glaciers and their resulting waterfalls. Its marina is resplendent with the authentic fishing boats for which Alaska is known, and the hardy fishermen to go with them.

Valdez is also the terminus of the famous Trans-Alaska pipeline. The reason Valdez was chosen for the delivery of the oil to tanker ships is because Valdez is the only port that remains ice-free throughout the harsh winters. 

The town of Valdez has endured a couple a serious events in its history: The 9.2 earthquake on Good Friday in 1964, and the resultant liquefaction, landslides and tsunami, from which 32 of its residents died. Once located at the end of Port Valdez, the town, deemed unsafe, was moved four miles away to a more northwestern location; and, the 1989 oil spill by the Exxon Valdez. Although the oil spill did not actually reach the town of Valdez, the devastation has had a lasting effect on the marine life. The Captain on our glacier tour said it is still recovering to this day. And all because of a lack of communication on the bridge of the ship did it go aground.

The only sunny day we experienced in Valdez was the day we left. Each day was either gray, rainy and gray, or partly sunny then rainy and gray. We got lucky it didn't rain, except for a little in the late afternoon, on the day my sister, Pamela, and I took the boat tour to see the Meares Glacier. That was an amazing day. Besides seeing a behemoth of a glacier, waterfalls, otters, seals, sea lions, a humpback whale, puffins, working fishing boats and towering mountains, just getting to see it all from a different perspective was so worth the day-long voyage.

On another day, we hiked close to the Worthington Glacier accessed from the Richardson Highway that leads from inland down to Valdez. Pamela and I had a choice of two paths to take to get to the glacier so we took the high road. We should've taken the low road. If we had, we would've managed to actually walk on the glacier. Doh! If it hadn't been for the fact that we were beat from traversing the rocks and boulders strewn there by ancient glaciers, and if Rob hadn't been patiently waiting for us, we might have persevered. But we did get close and that was pretty awesome in itself.


This was one of our views as we were driving to Valdez. 


A panoramic landscape of the Chugach Mountains.


Some of the beautiful mosses and wildflowers we found of the side of a cliff. Notice the band of quartz running through the rock.



Another Bridal Veil Falls. Its so mesmerizing that you just want to stand there and watch it. 


Rob at the foot of the aptly-named Horsetail Falls.


Another angle of Horsetail Falls.


Rob waving from The Beast. He wanted to get going so he could put an end to the day of driving.


Here is one of the many tugboats fueling up. After the 1989 oil spill, strict protocol was put into place for the ingress and egress of oil tankers from Port Valdez. They are guided by tugs until they safely reach deep channels. Emergency oil containment crews are also on duty 24 hours a day.


Facing the eastern end of Port Valdez where the original town once stood.


Those vertical, white lines are rushing waterfalls.


Our boat Captain brought us closer to one of the falls.


More waterfalls but, this time, we got an eagle as a bonus.


A fishing boat with its nets in the water and a waterfall for company.


I couldn't get enough of the waterfalls. So majestic.


Just a normal day at work.


This crew is starting to reel in the net.



You can see this boat's catch.


The ice that calves from the glaciers gradually float into more open water. They look white until they roll over. That is when you see that beautiful aqua color.



The otters are keeping a close eye on our boat. If you get too close they will dive in.


Seagulls readying for landing on this tiny island.



Yes, more waterfalls. This was taken along the Unakwik Inlet on the way to the Meares Glacier.


Seals ice-bathing.


This is a shot of the Meares Glacier on the far right side.


A close up of one of the icebergs that floated by our boat.


A small portion of the Meares Glacier just as it started to calve.


The calved ice crashing into the water.


This next photo is of the Meares Glacier. This photograph is comprised of seven or eight shots that I took, hand-held, in order to get a panorama of the entire glacier. The glacier is one mile wide and we were stopped a quarter mile away. Click on the photo to open it full-screen. Notice the tiny, red circle. The following photograph is of that area. Consider how small the bald eagle appears. This will help put the size of this glacier into perspective. Quite impressive to say the least.



My sister enjoying our day out on the water. An exhilarating nine-hour trip.


Cute little fella.




And we saw one humpback whale—from a distance. Better than seeing none.


Love the Puffins. This one is a Tufted Puffin.


An oil tanker being escorted out of Port Valdez.


Our Captain took us on a short tour around Jack Bay.




It was misty and foggy the day we explored Old Valdez. The streets where stores and houses once stood were still well delineated. The pilings that once supported the docks now support seagulls instead. An oil tanker can be seen in the background.




Rob having some fun. The rope is attached to an old barge that sits aground in the original town of Valdez. I've searched for how and why it is there but can't find any information.


One end of the old barge. It looks like some folks got together and painted a mural with many positive words.


A view from just below the Worthington Glacier.


Pamela getting ready to take her own photo of the view.


The Worthington Glacier. We were very close to it, but it is still farther than it appears. Those rocks are not small.


Another lovely view from the Worthington Glacier.


We took an afternoon to visit Dayville Road, which runs long the south side of Port Valdez. Along the road is camping, a fish hatchery and the tanks and docks for filling the old tankers.

Fireweed is found everywhere and where there is Fireweed there are bees.




Seagulls built nests along this ledge under a bridge.


They built their nests even with this deterrent endangering their lives. If they are going to nest there anyway, then I think the authorities should remove the deterrent. No sense in harming the birds.


The salmon were running.



Another of the many…


Our view during our stay in Valdez.