by Jane Miller
Modified Alaska: It’s sort of like a baked Alaska, but without the ice cream and flames.
Plans for Alaska have officially been changed and I have scheduled what I hope will be the last surgery for my eye on July 10.
The surgery will be done by my wonderful, confidence-inspiring, Jeff Bridges-like surgeon before he relocates to San Diego, and Dr. Ng, who wrote the book on this kind of ocular and facial surgery (seriously!). He is the “Chief of the Division of Oculofacial Plastics, Orbital and Reconstructive Surgery” at OHSU, and assisted in my first surgery there.
Erik has told me that … Being more than a little gorked at the time, I don’t remember him.
Dr. Perry told us the operation would take only about an hour … outpatient. We’ll see, but the thought of it not lasting 5.5 hours, not followed by a three-day hospital stay, and not causing vomiting for a week — Whew!
We left Victoria June 2 for Friday Harbor for a few days. From there to Port Townsend, which Erik loves (though he spent a lot of the time on boat repair!), and from there to Anacortes, where the boat was set up after Erik purchased her.
We spent a couple of days with friends in Roche Harbor, then reentered Canada, two weeks after leaving Victoria. After a long slog over a couple of days, we made it to Campbell River, where we met new friends, Steve and Pat, cousins of one of Erik’s racing buddies. We texted them when we had cell service off Texada Island, and they invited us to Pat’s birthday party that night!
This cruising community is a lot like Erik’s (and now our) racing community.
We’ll finish restocking for Alaska tomorrow and Tuesday, and work on more of the repairs that are endemic in owning a boat.
We’ll be in Ketchikan in time for me to catch an Alaska flight down to Portland. I’ll see my boys, have the surgery, then head to Sisters to recuperate. In two to three weeks, I’ll have my follow-up exams, and schedule an appointment with my ocularist for the “final” revisions and fitting of my prosthetic eye. (This can’t take place until at least two months post-surgery.)
I am also researching therapists. (Of course, what else would I do?)
Then I’ll fly to wherever Erik is. We don’t know where that will be, but we will find each other! I’ll be missing most of the Alaska part of our sail to Alaska, but dealing with that is for another time.
Now is the time for healing and gratitude. It’s not a new revelation, more like a new appreciation, but the people in my life are pretty wonderful. Erik. My sons. My friends old and new, spread across three countries.
Laura, my person, has arranged her work so she can come up from California (with her nurse’s uniform!) to help. This will be the third operation she’s seen me through. How is that even possible??? One broken nose, one frozen shoulder, and now one face. “Thank you” is not big enough for all she has done.
My new friends in Sisters, with whom I have shared yoga, wine, and laughter (and with whom I am already making a when-we’re-old-ladies pact), have volunteered to help me.
My sorority sisters, once lost and now found, are wonderful. We pick up conversations begun more than thirty years ago. In our heart’s eyes, we still look like we did when we were in college, as if only a spring break had passed since seeing each other.
The adventurers I’ve met in the racing and sailing communities. Families, really. The Big Bore Bad Boys who race vintage cars with huge engines and have hearts of gold. The friends I have made at the track. Cruisers and new friends from around the world who have buoyed my spirits and shared so much of themselves.
I may have had to face more physical hurdles than I would wish on anyone. There may be more to come. I may not have two pennies to rub together, as Dad used to say. But I have people I love and who love me back. And that makes all the rest bearable.