The Pain Management Team at Cross Cancer continue to phone me once a week to see how things are going. On last Friday late afternoon October 4 I received my weekly update call. They asked about vivid dreams. Well ---let me tell you about two vivid dreams that occurred on the night of Wednesday October 2, which incidentally was my worst ever day of pain. Pain was everywhere - ribcage, hips, legs and thighs, severe headache like a migrain. Pain right now is almost gone, but then was 8-9 out of 10 in intensity. Ok here are the dreams.
Dream 1: In a burning house
I am sitting in the kitchen of the old house on the farm. Those of you who have my 2014 poetry book - Pine Cones and Small Stones - have seen that house in black and white. There is a forested area to the west.
There is a wildfire approaching from the west. It seems to stop just to the west of the house. There are two other people who don't look familiar in the room with me. All of a sudden someone outside the open back door, now closed only by the screendoor, cries out it's going to go!! Meaning that the house is burning, the roof is on fire.
The two others hurry out the door and watch the house burn. I continue to sit calmly in the kitchen. I can hear the roaring of the fire behind and above me in the attic. I can hear the crackling and smell the smoke. I know that the old house is insulated only with wood shavings in the walls, which means that the west side of the house is burning like a torch. But I still calmly sit there in the kitchen while everyone else has left.
I see that the western side of the house must be disintegrating because the flames and ashes and smoke are starting to blow from the west past my only exit, the back door. Finally I finally admit my danger of being consumed by the fire and walk quickly out the kitchen door and down the steps with the smoke stinging my nose.
What a fun dream that was.
Vivid dream 2: biking accelerating uphill through rocks
I walk with others down some jagged brown sandstone rocks for about 20 steps or so and then we stop on a flat rock platform. I see a bicycle there so I hop on and think about trying to pedal through the football sized rocks. All of a sudden the bike begins to move, and to accelerate back uphill as if I had pointed it downhill!
A very rough ride over the rocks until at the top I see that the final hurdle is a rock formation in the shape of a ramp. So, still just coasting, I accelerate up the ramp and into the air. I look down on the rocky landscape about 20 meters below and feel a thrill go through me. Then I fall gracefully until I am just standing there on the rocks, still as can be.
It would be nice in life to accelerate uphill through the laborious rocks that hold us back and be free. -- Free!!
Monday, 7 October 2019
Thursday, 26 September 2019
There's a killer in the room!
I've simply got to make this blog more active. Yes I am still alive - sort of! I am in the clutches of medical systems that consider me to be a number on a card rather than a loving, warm-blooded human being with a lot to give to my many communities.
In my last post from Warren, Illinois I said I would be in Edmonton for radiation consult etc on August 27. Yes, that happened and as a result we stayed in Edmonton for another couple of weeks while various things happened. I had my first Pain Management Team (PMT) consult on Aug 29 which was four hours, very thorough, resulting in my present prescription of morphine pills now 2 x 5mg every 6 to 8 hours. I had radiation on that sacrum tumour for four treatments Sep 2 - 6, another consult on the 6th and my first of the Nivolumab immunotherapy treatments on the 7th. A fair amount of anxiety pain in my chest as well which I control with extra strength Tylenol. I had a follow-up PMT consult on the 10th of September before we could finally return to Inuvik.
As a happy interlude to all this cancer stuff I was invited to read my Battle of Britain dream poem at a special Battle of Britain memorial at the Legion in Inuvik on September 15. I consider that an honour. I am to read it again on Remembrance Day November 11. You can read it where I published it on a war poetry site at http://www.poetsandwar.com/fear-is-a-ghost-in-the-night-sky/. You will have to copy and paste the link into your browser. The poem site also has a bit of background for the poem.
Then everything broke loose. Frantic calls on Tuesday morning the 17th (my 79 birthday by the way - my cousin Violet Farmer turned 80 on the very same day) I receive a call saying I am to have a CT Scan the very next day in Yellowknife, September 18 at 2 pm. So Sandra and I (after I found her at work) had to pack and leave that same day by air for Yellowknife. The problem that arose was there was only ONE room left in Yellowknife and that was in Anderson Thompson Towers and only for one night. This kinda posed a problem because when I arrived at Stanton Hospital at 2 pm on the 18th I was greeted with "You missed your appointment". It was to start at 12 noon with contrast given etc for the scan at 2 pm. So that threw everything into a whirl which I am still recovering from. Stanton Hospital managed to squeeze me in anyway BUT the actual scan didn't start until 4 pm and we had to be on a plane for Edmonton for my next immunotherapy treatment on the 20th leaving Yellowknife at 5:25 pm. Why? Because there was no room available to stay another night in Yellowknife. The plane had fully boarded and we had not yet gone through security. By the time we were on the plane we were both crying from the anxiety and stress. I had to leave my car at the airport for my friend Anson to deal with because of no time at all to return the car.
So on the 20th another Nivolumab (shortened to Nivo) consult and another PMT meeting. The PMT meeting was disconcerting, because the PMT doctor spent some time giving me end of life counselling. I was a bit angry about that. It was as though I was now waiting for Death in his long black hooded cloak to swing that sickle and cut off my head.
Well, now back in Inuvik trying to write and get back to normal. I ain't dead yet folks - not by a long shot. I am still going to use natural healing to live a while yet!! And, I am excited to report that I am taking an on-line writing course from Hay House Publishing, which will not only improve my writing skills but give me to put in a book proposal for my cancer recovery book Choose-Hope-Survive publication to Hay House without an agent. Wow, what an opportunity!
So I am busy taking the course for the next 6 weeks, and writing when I can, interspersed with calls to hospitals, clinics, cancer navigator, medical daycare staff, and Cross Cancer oncologists.
Quite a ride! Talk to you next time
In my last post from Warren, Illinois I said I would be in Edmonton for radiation consult etc on August 27. Yes, that happened and as a result we stayed in Edmonton for another couple of weeks while various things happened. I had my first Pain Management Team (PMT) consult on Aug 29 which was four hours, very thorough, resulting in my present prescription of morphine pills now 2 x 5mg every 6 to 8 hours. I had radiation on that sacrum tumour for four treatments Sep 2 - 6, another consult on the 6th and my first of the Nivolumab immunotherapy treatments on the 7th. A fair amount of anxiety pain in my chest as well which I control with extra strength Tylenol. I had a follow-up PMT consult on the 10th of September before we could finally return to Inuvik.
As a happy interlude to all this cancer stuff I was invited to read my Battle of Britain dream poem at a special Battle of Britain memorial at the Legion in Inuvik on September 15. I consider that an honour. I am to read it again on Remembrance Day November 11. You can read it where I published it on a war poetry site at http://www.poetsandwar.com/fear-is-a-ghost-in-the-night-sky/. You will have to copy and paste the link into your browser. The poem site also has a bit of background for the poem.
Then everything broke loose. Frantic calls on Tuesday morning the 17th (my 79 birthday by the way - my cousin Violet Farmer turned 80 on the very same day) I receive a call saying I am to have a CT Scan the very next day in Yellowknife, September 18 at 2 pm. So Sandra and I (after I found her at work) had to pack and leave that same day by air for Yellowknife. The problem that arose was there was only ONE room left in Yellowknife and that was in Anderson Thompson Towers and only for one night. This kinda posed a problem because when I arrived at Stanton Hospital at 2 pm on the 18th I was greeted with "You missed your appointment". It was to start at 12 noon with contrast given etc for the scan at 2 pm. So that threw everything into a whirl which I am still recovering from. Stanton Hospital managed to squeeze me in anyway BUT the actual scan didn't start until 4 pm and we had to be on a plane for Edmonton for my next immunotherapy treatment on the 20th leaving Yellowknife at 5:25 pm. Why? Because there was no room available to stay another night in Yellowknife. The plane had fully boarded and we had not yet gone through security. By the time we were on the plane we were both crying from the anxiety and stress. I had to leave my car at the airport for my friend Anson to deal with because of no time at all to return the car.
So on the 20th another Nivolumab (shortened to Nivo) consult and another PMT meeting. The PMT meeting was disconcerting, because the PMT doctor spent some time giving me end of life counselling. I was a bit angry about that. It was as though I was now waiting for Death in his long black hooded cloak to swing that sickle and cut off my head.
Well, now back in Inuvik trying to write and get back to normal. I ain't dead yet folks - not by a long shot. I am still going to use natural healing to live a while yet!! And, I am excited to report that I am taking an on-line writing course from Hay House Publishing, which will not only improve my writing skills but give me to put in a book proposal for my cancer recovery book Choose-Hope-Survive publication to Hay House without an agent. Wow, what an opportunity!
So I am busy taking the course for the next 6 weeks, and writing when I can, interspersed with calls to hospitals, clinics, cancer navigator, medical daycare staff, and Cross Cancer oncologists.
Quite a ride! Talk to you next time
Tuesday, 20 August 2019
Update on Renal Cell Carcinoma from Warren Illinois
Well, it has been a while. I am at the community Library in Warren Illinois where we are visiting our dear friends Bob and Sharon Cook. They don't have internet so this is my chance to catch up on my communications.
As the previous post indicated cancer has raised its ugly head again. The lowest of the three tumours on my spine, in the sacrum area on the left side, is growing at an alarming rate. I will be in Edmonton at the Cross Cancer Institute Aug 27 for a radiation consult. And I have an immunotherapy session scheduled for Sept 6.
There has been a lot of pain this time around. Trying to control it with various pain meds. Apparently the radiation will release the pain.
Good news is that the tumour at the top of my spine at the base of my skull has shrunk.
I am still very hopeful that the radiation/immunotherapy combo will put me back into remission.
I will keep you updated. Here below is a little haiku poem I have written about this nasty turn of events. It sounds pretty dark because I am somewhat upset you might say at the turn of events, but of course never without hope:
As the previous post indicated cancer has raised its ugly head again. The lowest of the three tumours on my spine, in the sacrum area on the left side, is growing at an alarming rate. I will be in Edmonton at the Cross Cancer Institute Aug 27 for a radiation consult. And I have an immunotherapy session scheduled for Sept 6.
There has been a lot of pain this time around. Trying to control it with various pain meds. Apparently the radiation will release the pain.
Good news is that the tumour at the top of my spine at the base of my skull has shrunk.
I am still very hopeful that the radiation/immunotherapy combo will put me back into remission.
I will keep you updated. Here below is a little haiku poem I have written about this nasty turn of events. It sounds pretty dark because I am somewhat upset you might say at the turn of events, but of course never without hope:
Death Row
Waiting for the ax
To fall – Cancer hides and slinks
Just behind the door
Wednesday, 17 July 2019
Cancer raises its ugly head again!
Hello again.
The previous post told our pooch Hagar's story of maybe wanting to drink because we left him precipitously last Thursday about noon to fly to Yellowknife.
Here's how it all happened.
On Wednesday July the 10th I was awakened at 04:30 with a severe pain down at the bottom of my spinal cord on the left side (sacrum area). I knew that it was at or near one of the three tumours on my spinal cord that had gone into remission one year ago at the completion of six intravenous immunotherapy treatments of Nivolumab, July 19, 2018.
I immediately phoned Dr John Walker's office to find that he would not be in Yellowknife in July but Dr Zhu would be, this week in fact. Then Thursday morning at 09:20 I received a call from the Cancer Coordinator in Yellowknife telling me the next day at 09:45 I was to have a CT Scan at the Stanton Territorial Hospital in Yellowknife. That meant we had to leave that day, Thursday, by 737 to fly to Yellowknife. It took an hour or so to alert Sandra who immediately came home and we packed and took a cab to the airport, leaving poor little Hagar our pooch totally confused about how life was unfolding (so were we!).
The CT Scan was carried out uneventfully on Friday morning. Then we waited all weekend, waiting for our appointment with Dr Zhu on Monday the 15th at 10:30 to review the CT results (working very hard on Saturday emptying one of our two storage units by taking a load to the dump with friend Bill's help, taking some clothing and toys to a second-hand store, and packing another suitcase to bring back), AND doing meetings and a barbecue Sunday afternoon out at Reid Lake at the Pikes campground.
On Monday Dr Zhu gave us the news we did not want to hear. The tumour attached to my sacrum at the bottom of the spinal cord was indeed growing again, however slowly. We will be allowed to take our vacation in August, but I must begin immunotherapy injections asap.
I just found out this aft that I will be getting the Nivolumab injections in Yellowknife at Stanton Hospital, not in Edmonton at Cross Cancer as we wanted to. That means that Sandra has to take 2 1/2 to 3 1/2 days off work every treatment. She must come as my escort because of my deafness AND now because my memory is so spotty because of chemo-brain.
More later as the saga of davidisstillalive continues! Stay tuned.
The previous post told our pooch Hagar's story of maybe wanting to drink because we left him precipitously last Thursday about noon to fly to Yellowknife.
Here's how it all happened.
On Wednesday July the 10th I was awakened at 04:30 with a severe pain down at the bottom of my spinal cord on the left side (sacrum area). I knew that it was at or near one of the three tumours on my spinal cord that had gone into remission one year ago at the completion of six intravenous immunotherapy treatments of Nivolumab, July 19, 2018.
I immediately phoned Dr John Walker's office to find that he would not be in Yellowknife in July but Dr Zhu would be, this week in fact. Then Thursday morning at 09:20 I received a call from the Cancer Coordinator in Yellowknife telling me the next day at 09:45 I was to have a CT Scan at the Stanton Territorial Hospital in Yellowknife. That meant we had to leave that day, Thursday, by 737 to fly to Yellowknife. It took an hour or so to alert Sandra who immediately came home and we packed and took a cab to the airport, leaving poor little Hagar our pooch totally confused about how life was unfolding (so were we!).
The CT Scan was carried out uneventfully on Friday morning. Then we waited all weekend, waiting for our appointment with Dr Zhu on Monday the 15th at 10:30 to review the CT results (working very hard on Saturday emptying one of our two storage units by taking a load to the dump with friend Bill's help, taking some clothing and toys to a second-hand store, and packing another suitcase to bring back), AND doing meetings and a barbecue Sunday afternoon out at Reid Lake at the Pikes campground.
On Monday Dr Zhu gave us the news we did not want to hear. The tumour attached to my sacrum at the bottom of the spinal cord was indeed growing again, however slowly. We will be allowed to take our vacation in August, but I must begin immunotherapy injections asap.
I just found out this aft that I will be getting the Nivolumab injections in Yellowknife at Stanton Hospital, not in Edmonton at Cross Cancer as we wanted to. That means that Sandra has to take 2 1/2 to 3 1/2 days off work every treatment. She must come as my escort because of my deafness AND now because my memory is so spotty because of chemo-brain.
More later as the saga of davidisstillalive continues! Stay tuned.
Doggone insurance against the next drink!
Hello folks! I am so sorry that it has taken so long. I will have another health-related post shortly but can't resist to send this one.
Now, you may know about our little sort-of shihtzu named Hagar. He is a sober dog - he hasn't been drunk as long as we have known him ( 1 1/2 years now).
Whenever we have gone away before we have taken him to a willing dog-sitter before taking off on our travels. However, for reasons that will be outlined in my next post later today we had to leave for the airport abruptly last Thursday about noon - a frenzy of packing for both Sandra and I and no time to take Hagar to a sitter - just a phone call to our friend Barb next door who came over a few hours later to pick him up.
Hagar was very confused by the whole ordeal. He was very anxious as we both packed and then left him alone in the house as we headed by cab to the airport. He had his food and water but no understanding of where we had gone. I think this almost drove him to drink.
Hagar has never left our yard by a distance of greater than a yard-width before. He is a home body but he is used to being at Barb's place. However, not knowing where we had gone, one day (Monday the 16th, a day late for an AA meeting) he decided to take things into his own hands (-- i.e. paws). When he was let out to "do his business" on Monday by Barb's grandson, he decided to go find us. He started off going to the hardware store. Nope, we weren't there. Then he made his way across a big vacant lot, under a big utilidor and over to the sidewalk along Mackenzie Road. There he was spied and identified but refused to go to just any old stranger!
So Hagar headed for the Anglican Church, where we have often taken him with us to AA meetings Friday and Sunday evenings. He climbed the steps and sat there. Presumably he so wanted to drink by this time that he felt he needed a meeting. Or that we would miraculously appear so that we could all be a family again. He felt safe there, so when one of Barb's friends Arlene Hanson saw him there he allowed her to pick him up and take him back to Barbs here on Franklin Road.
Long story short Hagar is still sober.
Now, you may know about our little sort-of shihtzu named Hagar. He is a sober dog - he hasn't been drunk as long as we have known him ( 1 1/2 years now).
Whenever we have gone away before we have taken him to a willing dog-sitter before taking off on our travels. However, for reasons that will be outlined in my next post later today we had to leave for the airport abruptly last Thursday about noon - a frenzy of packing for both Sandra and I and no time to take Hagar to a sitter - just a phone call to our friend Barb next door who came over a few hours later to pick him up.
Hagar was very confused by the whole ordeal. He was very anxious as we both packed and then left him alone in the house as we headed by cab to the airport. He had his food and water but no understanding of where we had gone. I think this almost drove him to drink.
Hagar has never left our yard by a distance of greater than a yard-width before. He is a home body but he is used to being at Barb's place. However, not knowing where we had gone, one day (Monday the 16th, a day late for an AA meeting) he decided to take things into his own hands (-- i.e. paws). When he was let out to "do his business" on Monday by Barb's grandson, he decided to go find us. He started off going to the hardware store. Nope, we weren't there. Then he made his way across a big vacant lot, under a big utilidor and over to the sidewalk along Mackenzie Road. There he was spied and identified but refused to go to just any old stranger!
So Hagar headed for the Anglican Church, where we have often taken him with us to AA meetings Friday and Sunday evenings. He climbed the steps and sat there. Presumably he so wanted to drink by this time that he felt he needed a meeting. Or that we would miraculously appear so that we could all be a family again. He felt safe there, so when one of Barb's friends Arlene Hanson saw him there he allowed her to pick him up and take him back to Barbs here on Franklin Road.
Long story short Hagar is still sober.
Tuesday, 7 May 2019
A bit sad today
Spring is trying to spring. We have a slow melt this spring of 2019. But that is good, because with more snow than usual we won't have flooding. The snow can slowly melt and soak away in the soil rather than running off into the Mackenzie River.
I am a bit sad today because on the early morning of May 4 a loving 37 year-old mom, wife, and popular author died from a severe and progressive bacterial infection that ran out of control. Her name is Rachel Held Evans and you can see her Facebook page at https://www.facebook.com/rachelheldevans.page/. Rachel spoke out against judgemental and abusive evangelicalism. She knew her Bible well and had a fair understanding of truth. She was a firebrand out there in the world.
To honour her memory here in my blog I have written a 17 syllable haiku:
The Passing
Young, vibrant, taken
Snatched quickly from this earth
Loving voice silenced
This sobering event reminds me that:
We are each one grain in the sands of time.
We each have only a few years, a small part of eternity, to prepare for a hoped-for everlasting life with our Father, our God, our Creator.
So I must hang on to joy. I never forget the prophet Joel, who talked about joy in the first chapter of his book: "All the trees of the field are withered: because joy is withered away from the sons of men." That means no joy, no fruit. Joy is very important in my life.
So I wish you all a joyful week this fine spring day.
I am a bit sad today because on the early morning of May 4 a loving 37 year-old mom, wife, and popular author died from a severe and progressive bacterial infection that ran out of control. Her name is Rachel Held Evans and you can see her Facebook page at https://www.facebook.com/rachelheldevans.page/. Rachel spoke out against judgemental and abusive evangelicalism. She knew her Bible well and had a fair understanding of truth. She was a firebrand out there in the world.
To honour her memory here in my blog I have written a 17 syllable haiku:
The Passing
Young, vibrant, taken
Snatched quickly from this earth
Loving voice silenced
This sobering event reminds me that:
We are each one grain in the sands of time.
We each have only a few years, a small part of eternity, to prepare for a hoped-for everlasting life with our Father, our God, our Creator.
So I must hang on to joy. I never forget the prophet Joel, who talked about joy in the first chapter of his book: "All the trees of the field are withered: because joy is withered away from the sons of men." That means no joy, no fruit. Joy is very important in my life.
So I wish you all a joyful week this fine spring day.
Monday, 4 March 2019
Deauville Hotel near the Fort Lauderdale beach and a plane crash
Well, here we are in Fort Lauderdale on vacation. We arrived at our hotel Wednesday February 27 about 02:00. The plane arrived at midnight. And today March 4, is Sandra's nth birthday (n=an even number that shall not be named). We are going out for a lobster supper at The Capital Grille on East Sunrise Blvd. Reservation at 18:00 to celebrate!
We have taken many long walks, 10km (6.2 mi) or so once or twice a day. Lots of sun. our Deauville Hotel has a pool and is very comfortable to sit and snooze or read.
On Friday March 1 we witnessed a plane crash. Only the pilot was killed which was a miracle. Shortly before 12 noon we were sitting reading by the pool. We heard a small plane approaching. It was a bright yellow Piper PA25, similar to the single-passenger crop dusters we see on the prairies. I saw it pass low and slow nearly overhead, wobbling as though it was near a drop-out-of-the-sky aerodynamic stall. It banked left into the wind, towing a banner, and cleared the power lines. I saw the pilot, with his cockpit windows pulled back, trying to control the aircraft. I don't know why he did not increase to full power. As a pilot I keep wondering what really happened. Anyway, about four seconds later there was a tremendous bang and then a deadly silence. The plane had stuck the concrete wall of a condo building around the 16th floor level and the wreckage then fell to the pool deck, which was under construction. It was an absolute miracle that no-one else was injured and there was no fire. The pilot was 28-years old, building hours to get his commercial license.
I keep wonder why!! I think he was having mechanical problems because the engine was not opened to full throttle to full power. To me it seemed he was only at about 25% power when he passed overhead. If he knew he was going down and was having engine trouble, then may be he was a hero because he did everything he could to clear the power lines. If he had turned the other direction, downwind, his airspeed was so low that he would have stalled and dropped out of the sky on top of beach sunbathers.
On the other hand maybe it was suicide and he was purposely choosing his target so as to not kill anyone else. Otherwise why did he hit the concrete (not a window) in the middle of a 50-foot (17-metre) wide building rather than flying around it. Now we will never know. Some say that his banner snagged on something and that caused the problem. No-one really knows.
We are here in Fort Lauderdale until this Friday March 8. Then we fly to Toronto, and on to Ottawa on Saturday. We will stay at our friend Victoria's condo, and visit Shauna and the three boys in Ottawa. On Wednesday the 13th we wend our way back west. Sandra arrives home to Inuvik on Friday the 15th. I make a detour to Regina to visit Anne who is home from Viet Nam, and to Saskatoon to visit Lynn and Derrick as well as Don Shenton, and maybe an old high school buddy, another Don S. I don't get back to Inuvik until March 21.
Well there you are. That will do for today. At 4:30 we will leave the hotel for our three mile walk to the restaurant.
We have taken many long walks, 10km (6.2 mi) or so once or twice a day. Lots of sun. our Deauville Hotel has a pool and is very comfortable to sit and snooze or read.
On Friday March 1 we witnessed a plane crash. Only the pilot was killed which was a miracle. Shortly before 12 noon we were sitting reading by the pool. We heard a small plane approaching. It was a bright yellow Piper PA25, similar to the single-passenger crop dusters we see on the prairies. I saw it pass low and slow nearly overhead, wobbling as though it was near a drop-out-of-the-sky aerodynamic stall. It banked left into the wind, towing a banner, and cleared the power lines. I saw the pilot, with his cockpit windows pulled back, trying to control the aircraft. I don't know why he did not increase to full power. As a pilot I keep wondering what really happened. Anyway, about four seconds later there was a tremendous bang and then a deadly silence. The plane had stuck the concrete wall of a condo building around the 16th floor level and the wreckage then fell to the pool deck, which was under construction. It was an absolute miracle that no-one else was injured and there was no fire. The pilot was 28-years old, building hours to get his commercial license.
I keep wonder why!! I think he was having mechanical problems because the engine was not opened to full throttle to full power. To me it seemed he was only at about 25% power when he passed overhead. If he knew he was going down and was having engine trouble, then may be he was a hero because he did everything he could to clear the power lines. If he had turned the other direction, downwind, his airspeed was so low that he would have stalled and dropped out of the sky on top of beach sunbathers.
On the other hand maybe it was suicide and he was purposely choosing his target so as to not kill anyone else. Otherwise why did he hit the concrete (not a window) in the middle of a 50-foot (17-metre) wide building rather than flying around it. Now we will never know. Some say that his banner snagged on something and that caused the problem. No-one really knows.
We are here in Fort Lauderdale until this Friday March 8. Then we fly to Toronto, and on to Ottawa on Saturday. We will stay at our friend Victoria's condo, and visit Shauna and the three boys in Ottawa. On Wednesday the 13th we wend our way back west. Sandra arrives home to Inuvik on Friday the 15th. I make a detour to Regina to visit Anne who is home from Viet Nam, and to Saskatoon to visit Lynn and Derrick as well as Don Shenton, and maybe an old high school buddy, another Don S. I don't get back to Inuvik until March 21.
Well there you are. That will do for today. At 4:30 we will leave the hotel for our three mile walk to the restaurant.
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