Hey Friends,
There has been a lot of action in the last month! Let me catch you up...
Firstly, there is a massive wildfire in northern Saskatchewan called the "Shoe" wildfire. It began in May and dry conditions and strong winds caused it to spread quickly. By the end of May, the fire was over 500,000 hectares (Google convert says that is almost 2000 square miles) and had a massive impact on the province of Saskatchewan, burning many lakes and cabins. By mid-June, the fire was moving towards Candle Lake at a rate of a few kilometers per day, and Candle Lakers were becoming concerned. We have many friends and family who own summer properties (we call them "cabins") at Candle Lake, but there are also about 850 permanent residents here, who live year-round. A voluntary evacuation order came when the fire was about 12km from Candle Lake. At that point, my family began collecting valuables and securing their properties. Thankfully, my mom was able to gather some sentimental items - you know, my VEIL! and lots and lots of photos. My sister and dad rigged up a sprinkler system on our roof, and Kayla managed to locate a box of very important love letters from Evan (Think long-distance teenage angst, "I miss you so much it hurts"). It was pretty scary. We've owned our place at the lake for 21 years, and I have an attic full of boxes of treasures. I pleaded with Mother Nature that I would absolutely sort through my boxes if my cabin remained standing! I found a wildfire app that showed wind direction and speed, and being the person that I am, I OBSESSED over this app for about 2 weeks, awakening in the middle of the night to ensure that the dreaded east wind was not blowing the fire in our direction. Things became very heated (see what I did there?) when the fire was 9km from the lake and a daily report stated that it was "imminent" that the fire would reach Candle Lake. Thankfully, the next day, Mother Nature called a truce and dumped over 20mm of rain on the fire, the water bombers, fire fighters, and ground crew were able to regain control of the fire, and Candle Lake was out of harm's way. Phew! The fire is still not contained; however, it is no longer threatening any communities.
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Candle Lake in the blue box when fire was at closest point |
For about a week, our plans to return home to Canada were put on hold as we monitored the fire. The pets' exports are complicated and must be timed with our departure, so I was debating delaying appointments, for fear that our departure would be delayed, or even worse, cancelled. Thankfully, it all worked out. The Paw Patrol bravely crawled into their pet taxis and made the long trek home without incident, other than one member pooping her pants (she will remain anonymous, and no, it was not me).
I can't put into words how GOOD it felt to walk into our home. When I imagined the possibility of losing our happy place on the lake, I felt sick. I know it's just a house, a material thing that can be replaced, but there are 21 years of incredible memories in this house. Evan's dad, Jerry, assisted with renovations, and he and Evan spent hours converting this cabin into, what was our permanent home for a few years. I was so incredibly grateful that our home was untouched by the fires, and I wake up every morning, feeling the breeze through the window, listening to the loons make their loon sounds (wail?), and the water lap on shore and I feel so SO grateful to be here. Also, I kept my promise to Mother Nature and immediately sorted through dozens and dozens of boxes. The majority was tossed, but I found some special treasures. I'm so thankful that they are safe. Aside: yes, we are keeping ALL of Evan's CD's because the island Jeep has a CD player and Big Shiny Tunes still rocks.
It's hard to believe that we've been home for 2 weeks now! It's flying by much too fast. I feel like I've been in a Saskatchewan safari, encountering baby loons, baby geese, baby ducks, and even a bear while riding my bike! (Ev since has bought me a bear bell). A deer almost ran into me on my bike yesterday. It was spooked by a car and diverted straight into my path. Imagine hitting a deer on a bike? Yikes. Close call there, hey? (I've re-acquired my Sasky accent). I wonder if more wildlife has moved in as a result of the fires? Most importantly, I've reconnected with my family and my precious lake buds! I am soaking up my lake routine of morning paddles on my stand-up paddleboard through Fisher's Creek, bike rides to the village, pop-in visits from friends and family, and perhaps some consumption of alcohol on boats. (Lots of boats and so many alcoholic canned bevvy choices). It's been wonderful.
As far as the hip goes, after being provided with the injection choices, I opted for probably the least popular choice - the good 'ol cortisone injection. When insurance came back, denying coverage for PRP and Hyaluronic acid injections, I hummed and hawed over the $5000 CI price tag, and decided that my hip probably didn't deserve my investment. Okay, that sounds harsh, but the reality is, there is no research that indicated these injections would improve my situation and given that my hip is pretty much past the point of no return, I decided to opt for the "pretend it's not happening" method. By the end of June, my pain had significantly increased, my mobility was declining, and I just wanted something to hold me over during the summer. Cortisone is generally effective at providing some temporary relief.
I went into the clinic for the injection, which is done under fluoroscopy (X-ray). Although the needle for the hip injection was much larger and intimidating than the knee needle, I am not afraid of injections, and the pain was temporary. Once the injection was complete, my body does what it does best. It freaked the eff out. I had another vasovagal response (which I had forewarned the medical team about), and instead of passing out this time, my body went into full overreactive dramatic mode, convulsing and shaking uncontrollably on the x-ray table. The surgeon was called back in, along with another 7 medical professionals (was there a Dentist there at one point?), and everyone was kinda panicking. Evan was there as well, and he was attempting to explain that this was a common occurrence, but once they clocked my blood pressure at 200/140, I thought they were going to use the defibrillator paddle on me, "Clear!" Once I could finally speak again, I assured them, "I'm fine. I'm fine. It's my parasympathetic system." How embarrassing. Good GAWD. Why does my body always assume that I'm on the brink of death? So annoying. It all lasted about 30 minutes, but once the dust cleared, I was like, "Hey, how long do you think this cortisone injection will provide relief?" My orthopedic surgeon explained that it differs for every patient, but typically it ranges from 1-6 months. Please be a 6 month'er, please be a 6 month'er, please be a 6 month'er.
Unfortunately, it's now the one-month mark and hip pain is returning. I'm still hopeful that I just tweaked something. I dunno. When has it ever just been a tweak, like seriously, Kirstie. I messaged my surgeon asking if it's possible that it's wearing off and if there is anything I can do to hang on to the beautiful anesthetic effects. He responded that the effects of cortisone wearing off at one month are possible, but not probable. Ooooooof. Story of my joint health right there. Low probability is my jam. Thoughts and prayers to my left hip. Please just give me this summer. I will deal with you appropriately in September. Amen.
Enjoy these summer days, my friends!
Cheers to Evan Lindsay love letters, wedding veils, and Big Shiny Tunes 2 (the best one).