It's surreal sitting down to write this: another young family member is starting a battle against cancer: my nephew, Owen - Suzanne's sister's 12-year-old son. We just found out a few days ago. They were on vacation in Ontario, far from home in BC, when we wasn't feeling well.More >>
Exactly one year ago, right about the time I'm typing this, I was making a series of phone calls that still don't quite seem real to me. I was calling family, close friends, and work colleagues, telling them through a veil of tears that doctors had found a huge mass attached to our 2-year-old son's liver, and that it was probably cancerous.More >>
"Wow, there sure are a lot of Alberta folks posting about getting snow last night."
"You should post about how your family went boating on Saturday and beaching on Sunday."
"That would just be mean."More >>
“They” say that writers are more inspired to write when they’re away from home, away from normal routine. Something about the change of pace and/or scenery lets them be more creative and more able to express themselves.
I don't presume to call myself a writer, but “they”’re right. There’s definitely something about being “somewhere else” that helps get those juices flowing.More >>
So today is May 26. Today, Davis was discharged from the hospital, and tonight, we got home to Penticton. Today, this major chapter in our lives is over (and by over, I don't mean that we never have to think about it again; there will be follow-up, monitoring, hoping and praying for no relapses...but this treatment plan is over, and the results have been very good).More >>
I'm writing on the night of the last day of Davis' last round of treatment in this treatment plan. It's actually rather odd for me to think that, after the journey of the last few months, we're done. This treatment has been so all-encompassing over the last 6 months, and now, as we pack up tonight and tomorrow morning, it's with no plans to come back in a few weeks for more treatment.More >>
Astute readers will have begun to see the pattern here; as “they” so often say, “no news is good news”, (though the Starks often say “dark wings, dark words”, which makes me glad we don’t send messages by raven anymore) and that certainly seems to be a pattern in my blogging through Davis’ journey.More >>
I'm writing tonight from the basement suite, as we've just left Davis at the hospital. He's in ICU overnight tonight so we're both "home" tonight for a decent sleep.More >>
Big day tomorrow. Early day tomorrow. No time for semi-clever openings tonight, so let’s jump in...
We’ll be checking in at 6:30am tomorrow for Davis’ surgery, which will start at 7:45. It’ll take somewhere around 4 hours (roughly, so no commenting at 11:46am asking how it went :) ), and recovery time is all dependent on a host of factors.More >>
Ahh, being a child of the 80's and a teen of the 90's is so great for nostalgia. Transformers (the original toys and cartoons, not the Michael Bay monstrosities), Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (back when they were actually mutants, not aliens...wait, is that Michael Bay's hand I see in that again?More >>
See, this is what being home does to my blogging efforts. It's easy for multiple days and even weeks to go by without writing. Don't get me wrong; it's not that I'm complaining that being home isn't good. It's just not good for my writing. They say that people who create things tend to do their best creating in situations away from home.More >>
We’ve been home for two straight weeks!
It looks a little weird, ending that sentence with an exclamation mark. In normal circumstances, one would generally reply, “of course”. Of course, these last three months have been anything but normal for us. So it certainly is something noteworthy to be home for two straight weeks.More >>
And now for something rather different...I thought I'd try a video blog post instead of writing.More >>
I'm having breakfast in the cafeteria of the BC Cancer Agency this morning. Davis is in right now having a PET scan done that will show us the picture of how much active cancer is left in his little body. Based on what we've been seeing in other ways, we're thinking that there may not be that much left. But this scan will tell us far more precisely where we're at.More >>
I generally dislike McDonald's food. The fries are super-salty, which makes them decent, and the $1 pops in the summer are nice, but I just cannot handle their burgers. On the rare occasion we take the kids there, I always regret ordering a combo. By now I should have learned just to get a smoothie or maybe even just fries and a pop.More >>
Well, friends, for once I’m going to get right to the point:
Notice the distinct lack of quotes in that statement. We’re actually home, as in home in Penticton.More >>
It’s amazing how much the little things matter.
Of course, we hear that all the time, don’t we? The last 10% of any effort is the thing that makes all the difference. At the Olympic level, 1.16 seconds can mean the difference between gold medal and 9th place. It’s the little things that make all the difference in the world.More >>
I’m always conflicted about how to feel when the baristas start to know my name. Sure, there’s an element of great customer service; there’s also the thought that maybe I’m frequenting said coffee shop too...frequently.More >>
I haven't been writing much...ok, at all...over the last 9 days or so. Because, Olympics.
Well, not really. I have been watching a bit, but the bigger reason is that we were blessed to be able to have our whole family together for more than a week, which was wonderful, and which led to me not writing.More >>
You know those writing tips that say the best way to become a better writer is to get up at 5am when everyone else is still asleep, brew a coffee, and enjoy perfect bliss as you write for an hour a day to craft your masterpiece?
Yeah, not gonna happen.More >>
I'm not sure what happened over Vancouver towards the end of last week. There was this weird yellow orb hanging in the sky for almost 3 full days, and this odd tint to the sky itself, more ranging to the blue end of the spectrum than the traditional January grey. But whatever happened, it was fantastic, and my drive home included a clear view of Mt. Baker for much of the lower mainland drive.More >>
For someone who was discharged on Sunday night, Davis sure seems like he likes the hospital. He was there for 4 hours yesterday, and 6 hours today. And will go back on Friday.
We're out of the hospital. I think.More >>
You might think that title’s about the hospital which has been the place we’ve spent the most of our time the last 5 weeks. But it’s never felt like any sort of home. Which, if you think about it, is really to be expected. I rather hope no one ever has to feel like a hospital is home.More >>
Round 2, day 3.
After a great weekend of having some freedom from machines and even from the hospital, the ebb and flow of the chemotherapy process has definitely ebbed. Not much flow the last couple of days.More >>