With the Russian madman causing mayhem in the world, I am really trying to maintain a positive outlook.
The war news is dominating and it’s difficult to avoid. But am very aware of how my mental health can affect my physical health, so I am attempting (and so far succeeding) to limit my news watching/viewing. I look at just enough to get a very superficial overview but even that is more than I want. I feel so sad for all the people affected by this megalomaniac!
Time flies by, even the chemo treatments. Yesterday was #5 of the planned 6. The results of my blood tests continue to be good. The cancer marker went from 301 to 187 this week. But not low enough to move on to the next stage. Dr. McCleave said they want to see it at around 30 which is quite a long way yet.
When I came back to South Africa in 2019, I naturally gravitated to where I was born and grew up. And actually ended up in the what we used to call the village of Kloof. (It’s no longer a village!) Kloof is about 18 miles/29km from Durban and just on 1600ft/500km above sea level, giving the area a more moderate climate than Durban, usually being a good 10F less which was the case when I took Rodney to the park this afternoon. Plus less humid.
The fourth treatment went as planned. Mick came with me so he was able to meet my doctor. It’s always good to have another set of ears in a consultation but this one was very straightforward because everything is going so well.
November 16 last year is the fateful day I got the definitive news that changed my life.
By then I ‘d been in hospital for 8 days going through tests and everything else that goes along with a cancer diagnosis. I’d just had laparoscopic surgery for a biopsy and the GYN/surgeon came to visit me after I had very gently been given the diagnosis. He’s a lovely man and from reading his bio, a pretty religious one as well. He said to me as he sat at my bedside, “Have you considered end of life?”
What a fun few days down in Mexico! And such a needed break from the stress of decision-making. I just left all that behind and enjoyed the rough and tumble of Valle de Guadalupe on the Ruta del Vino.
Another fun, but too short, road trip.
With Cody and Mel and my grandboys all moved into a little house in Hamilton, Montana, it was time to take a drive over the mountains to visit them before the winter storms set in. As an added benefit, I would stop in beautiful Lake Chelan to visit one of my best friends, Janet and her partner, Patrick. As it is only 600+ miles, I figured a day trip, but broke it in Lake Chelan going east. Naturally, I had been checking the weather reports and it all looked good. Neighbors agreed to watch the kitties; oil changed in the car and ready to roll. It was an easy, beautiful drive on the country roads after navigating away from the freeways. Through sleepy little towns, rushing rivers alongside the road, spectacular mountain vistas around the bends.
Lake Chelan is a 50.5 mile glacier-fed lake. It 1.5 miles at its widest and 1,486 feet at its deepest point. It a year-round playground, enjoying four distinct seasons and 300 days of sun a year. Janet and Pat spend the summers there, with warm, sunny days, sailing and boating. The area is one of Washington's prime wine regions and we took advantage of that, driving to several of the beautiful wineries, doing a little tasting on the way. The booming hard cider industry is appearing there, too, and we did a little cider tasting as well.
The town of Chelan's population is just 4,000, but it swells during the tourist season. Everything you can possibly need is available there, but being fairly close to Seattle (160 miles) and Spokane, (150 miles) if you are really desperate...
On the eastern shore, the village of Manson, where we went wine tasting and sightseeing, is a quaint little place that grew up around the apple industry. Before wine, apples were the mainstay of the area. Now that cider is back, that might happen again. Fields and fields of orchards, fruit hanging lush on the branches. Winding roads and tractors taking up the two lanes. A nice, slow pace.
And then there is Stehekin, a small settlement at the head of the lake, accessible only by boat or float plane. I didn't get there on this visit, but Janet and Pat do a boat trip there every year. I will most likely join them for a few days, by taking the Lady of the Lake ferry and meeting up with them. Perhaps I will also do a wine tasting tour via float plane! And go for the wine crush during October!
The following day, we woke to grayness! And my drive to Hamilton was through mist and rain. After winding up out of the river valley, hairpin turns and steep hills, the endless flat wheat fields stretched to the horizon, occasionally broken by a single barn or tiny hamlet. My sense of direction was completely annihilated and I had to keep checking my iPhone navigation to make sure I wasn't heading back the way I had come!
Then onto I90, a highway that runs from Seattle to Boston and through the town of Missoula, where I turned right to Hamilton. The Bitterroot Valley is spectacular, with the Bitterroot mountains to the west and Sapphires to the east. And although it was cold, with mist and snow shrouding the mountain tops, it was still gorgeous.
Hamilton is a quaint, throwback little town with a pretty, historical downtown area. It's a very sleepy place on the weekend! Everything closes early on Saturday and it is all shuttered on Sunday! Except for a couple of coffee shops which we managed to find! It is the up and coming area of Montana, with Hollywood-types buying up and building there summer getaways. So I don't think it will be long before the little town will be sporting artisan beer and cider joints, art galleries and ritzy restaurants.
But for now, it's the perfect place to raise children, with almost zero crime, sidewalks on the streets (perfect for bikes and little boys) and small class sizes!
Lake Chelan Chamber of Commerce PO Box 216 102 East Johnson Ave Chelan, WA 98816 509-682-3503
