Saturday, July 24, 2010

"Retirement" Party


A grand cross section of the people Wendy touched through her professional and personal life gathered Monday night, July 12, to celebrate a life well lived. And live it she did, right up to the last moment. Wendy would have loved her ‘retirement party’. There was lots of good food, something to drink, lots of interesting people to talk with, and it was held in one of her favourite places (the Museum) and in the Whale Hall (another of her favourite places).

There was lots of laughing and fond remembrances and not too many tears. I couldn’t have asked for a better or more suitable send off. My heartfelt thanks to the staff at the New Brunswick Museum for making this happen so quickly. There was a short formal program, but most of the evening was spent reminiscing and remembering. And thanks to all the people who showed up to share their memories.

I’m sorry I’ve been so slow in writing this, but words escaped me this past little while and I found staring at a blank screen slightly depressing. Here are a couple of photos taken by our friend, Jim Robertson, from Red Deer.




Sisters Diane and Joyce, me, and my sister, Beth.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Friday, July 9, 2010

Friday, July 9, 2010

Arrangements for Wendy are being handled by Fundy Funeral Home (www.fundyfuneralhome.com). they have published her obituary and have set up a place for condolences and connections to the Canadian Cancer Society and The Stephen Lewis Foundation.

Many thanks to everyone who has sent emails of condolence or remembrance. It is comforting to know how well remembered she really is.

Harvey

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Thursday, July 8, 2010

just one more chat
just one more hug or kiss
one more anything

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

A Celebration

A celebration of Wendy's life will be held at the New Brunswick Museum on Monday, July, 12, 2010, between 5pm and 8pm. Join us in honouring Wendy's life.

Harvey

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

I'm saddened to report that Wendy died at 3:45 am, ADST on this day in the Saint John Regional Hospital, Saint John. New Brunswick. I offer my grateful thanks to the staff at the Oncology Department, the Emergency department, the Neurology Ward and the Palliative Care Unit for their timely, compassionate and professional care of Wendy during these past two and a half years.


Wendy has stipulated that there be no funeral. Her remains will be cremated and a celebration of her life will be held at a later date. I will announce the date, time and place in this blog.


Although Wendy had cancer, Cancer never had her. She would not let it dominate her life or determine her course. For every moment of pain and despair she found a moment of light and joy; for every limitation, an open road to speed along; for every setback, a lifetime's worth of hope.


Anyone wishing to do so, may make donations in her name to the Canadian Cancer Society, and for you lefties out there, The Stephen Lewis Foundation. Failing these two, any donation in her name to any community based arts support group would also be welcome.





Wendy Martindale

August 1, 1952 - July 7, 2010


Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Update, Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Wendy was moved into Palliative care this morning. A much better place for her with more attentive care. She had several Grand Mal seizures this morning, but medication has stopped them. She remains unresponsive, but we talk to her and read poetry.

Local friends can visit her at the Saint John Regional Hospital, 3B North 62.

Harvey

Monday, July 5, 2010

Update, Monday July 6, 2010

Wendy was unresponsive to touch and sound this morning. The Palliative care doctor suggested a move from neurological ward to the Palliative care ward. Otherwise, Wendy is breathing well, has good blood pressure, and is in no discomfort.

Harvey

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Another setback

Wendy fell out of bed this morning and hit her head. She's in hospital now with some cranial bleeding and is not doing very well. Over the past few weeks she's been geting progressively weaker. She had a CAT scan today and it showed very little change in the metastises in her brain and a recent chest X-ray showed little improvement in the cancer in her lungs.

She is resting comfortably and being looked after by compassionate professionals.

Harvey

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Namaste Irwin Barker

Canadian stand-up comedian Erwin Barker died yesterday. Erwin was an early inspiration to me in my cancer journey, thanks to an interview with Shelagh Rogers on CBC Radio in 2008 and a subsequent documentary. (See Blog entry of Feb. 1, 2008)

Irwin had been diagnosed with cancer and was expected to survive for only a short time. He felt strongly that while he had cancer, “… cancer doesn’t have me.” He continued to work as a writer for the Rick Mercer Show and performed in several fundraisers for the Cancer Society. Fully aware of his condition and the likely outcome, he continued to do what he loved to the best of his ability.

He was on the positive side of any prediction and I thank him for his example.

Namaste
Wendy

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Retirement

To the extent I get to plan these things, my retirement date is sset for August 1, 2012 which is also my 60th birthday.

A bunch of us baby boomers at the museum took one of those pre-retirement seminars last year and we've been talking about succession planning at work. Jane has agreed on the date; retirement event at the Lily Lake Pavilion, Rockwook Park, Saint John, NB, date to be determined.


In celebration, I had my summer pedicure at Inn on the Cove this week while enjoying the beautiful view of the Bay. This time it's bright pink to go with my pink "Gloria Vanderbilt sandals.


Thanks to Jack Hill, this blog's unofficial photographer.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Cheese and Chocolate

My taste for chocolate and cheese went down over two years ago when chemo treatments first began. With this recent hiatus on chemo treatments my interest and taste for these two foods has returned, which is excellent as we have re-discovered that Costco has a great cheese selection.

Thanks to L. for the Callebault Chocolate from Alberta. (And Yes, I shared.)

Wendy

Friday, June 4, 2010

A Break

I finished the tenth Radiation treatment yesterday (Thursday). It will take ten days to two weeks for the 'biological effects' (the technician's term) to stop. So we have a couple of weeks to relax. No appointments, no doctors or technicians. It almost feels strange not to have to get out of bed and rush off to an appointment. I'll have to be careful in the sun as the treatments sensitize the skin. But this is the summertime along the Bay of Fundy and sunny days are a premium. Later in June we'll be meeting the Dr. B, who will have consulted with the Radiation Oncology Specialist to determine where we go from here.

I'm continuing to work from home and making sure I'm getting afternoon naps.

We're looking forward to guests this weekend and once again feasting on seafood.

Wendy

(Typed by Harvey)

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Radiation Underway

I've gotten started with radiation treatments - four of ten planned treatments are finished. Because they are whole brain treatments, a moulded plastic mesh mask was made on my first visit. The radiation therapists slip the mask on over my head each time and use it to line up the beam.

My sister, Joyce, was here for a visit on one of the first WestJet flights into Saint John from Toronto (for now they operate only seasonally). It was also the first time we had great weather when she visited (snow storms and fog have been features of previous visits). It was nice to show her around while everything is so green and we enjoyed lobster and scallops, too. Comet loved the extra attention and the long walks.

Wendy

Saturday, May 15, 2010

More lemons, more lemonade

Those side effects I talked about in my previous entry morphed rather suddenly into dizziness and headaches this past week or ten days. A rather dramatic crumple to the floor at work on Thursday, accompanied by losing consciousness briefly, led to a meeting with some paramedics from the ambulance service after concerned staff had phoned 911. When I explained my condition and that I had a scheduled CAT scan, they let me get to the car by wheelchair (they wanted to put me on the gurney). My thanks to the museum staff for their ‘heads up’ actions after my collapse.

Back home, I contacted the Chemo room. They seemed concerned that my CAT scan wasn’t scheduled until Monday and after a flurry of phone calls we got an appointment for Friday morning. Since it was evident that I needed a wheelchair to get around, we corralled our friend Jack to drive us to the Fortress of Healing. For all that we were wedged into the appointment queue for a CAT scan, we were home shortly after lunch. CAT scans only take ten minutes.

Later Friday afternoon Dr. B called with news that the scan showed some spots on the back part of the brain which affects balance. Our hopes that this was just another side effect or an inner ear infection were put aside. She pointed out that this was “another level of seriousness”. They start radiation therapy next week and I’m making arrangements to work from home for now. I’m taking a medication for the dizziness.

Fortunately, most of the house, except for Harvey’s office, is on one floor. We’ve rented a wheelchair that I’m slowly learning to maneuver around the house. I can get from the bedroom to the living room and dining room and my office quite handily. Harvey bought some cordless phones today so I’ll be able to contact him when he’s busy in his office (where the computer is located) or I can wander around with a phone in my hand.

Wendy

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Celebrating International Year of Biodiversity


As my unplanned celebration of the above, I’m adjusting to doing many, many things consciously rather than unconsciously due to my numb/tingly fingers and toes, a side effect of this chemo drug. I’m making like a coyote, a species I greatly admire because it is highly adaptable and a trickster figure, and learning to adapt. This could be extremely frustrating but instead, I am trying to view it as an interesting learning opportunity. This works at least some of the time. (“Holy cow! That’s interesting.” is becoming a new mantra.)

Changes include:

  • Numb toes, resulting in poor balance. This is a scary one, because if I fell I could damage vertebrae in my neck which are weak because of bone reduction due to radiation treatments. Because of the balance issue I have to really focus on walking when I’m walking; not being distracted by the shop window displays or the lady in the pretty red jacket, not thinking I can pull something out of my bag or have my hands in my pockets. (Harvey frequently reminds me to walk with my hands and my arms swinging.) I’m also thinking of using a walking stick for support. This will be another new skill I’ll need to develop. Of course, I have the walking sticks my father Herb made out of attractive pieces of wood, as well as an antique hackberry stick my friend John salvaged.
  • Numb/tingly fingers effect everything I do with my hands, which is a lot. (Think about this for even a short period of time during your day and I suspect you will also be amazed). Keyboarding (we used to call it typing.) of course, and I’m learning the skill of two rather than ten fingered typing. Voice recognition software would be an option if this was permanent, but it should (knock on wood) go away when I’m no longer receiving this chemo drug. I’ve discovered that sometimes emails are better answered by telephone and you have conversations with people too, which is wonderful. Doing things at work in chunks – we know that switching tasks frequently is not a good thing. It also works better for my fingers if I spend time doing emails, then make some phone calls, then working on the keyboard to draft documents.
  • Finding the balance between allowing people to help and remaining independent, often without knowing until experience teaches me where this line lies. People don’t mind helping, whether it’s taking a staple out of some papers I need to photocopy or a clerk waiting patiently for me to extract change from my wallet. A little humour and saying ‘thank you’ are also important.
  • I learned to wet my fingers to separate the pages of the newspaper. I’ve mostly given up carrying breakable things or I use two hands. Harvey even carries my morning coffee into my office for me. The original owner of this house had many handgrips put into the tub and shower and I’m using them.

    I can already see that some of the adaptations work better than my old habits, and thus can be adopted permanently.

    In the spirit of the coyote.

    Wendy

Monday, April 26, 2010

Numb Fingers and Toes

The side effects of the Taxol have gotten worst after each of the last two weekly treatments. The numbness in my feet is affecting my balance and my fingers are quite un-dextrous. I've reached a point where I'm not sure if I'm gripping something hard or not hard enough. I could easily drop and break something. I have trouble picking things up, dealing with buttons, taking the lids off things, plus they are rather painful.

Thanks to an email from Pat in which he said he feels like he types with his elbows, I realized that one accommodation I could make at the keyboard is to use two fingers. I learned to touch type in High School - in the days when as a female you didn't reveal this skill unless you wanted to work as a secretary - so now I'm retraining my not very nimble fingers. Hunting and pecking is slow, but I make fewer mistakes.

After my every four weeks appointment with Dr. B. today, the decision was to reduce the Taxol dosage in hopes that will make these side effects more manageable.

Awkwardly
Wendy

(typos are all Harvey's)

Friday, April 16, 2010

Deer Tricks

We imagine the Rockwood Park deer will collect the $3 in change along the Park trails and recruit a friendly human to attend on their behalf. They'll be prepared for any new tricks before other attendees even have a chance to try them.

Deer - 1
Humans - 0

Harvey has suggested that a few recipes for various venison dishes might slow them down for a while.

Wendy
























Sunday, April 11, 2010

Fusion or Con-Fusion

Eight of us went back to St. Andrew’s this week to sample a student inspired meal at the College. With students from Canada, Mexico, and Chile the menu promised tastes from these three cuisines. I was hoping that some of the Chinese students would bring their tastes to the evening but that was not to happen.

I am usually energized by the enthusiasm of the students at the Lady Dunn venue but that seemed missing Thursday night. There was no spark, few smiles, and a lack of understanding of our dining culture.

Empanadas

Meat filled pastries are a staple of many cultures and empanadas are found throughout Central and South America. My disappointment with these was not in the pastry but in the presentation. Suddenly two plates of empanadas appeared, each containing four pastries with neither a side plate nor serving utensil. I realize these are meant to be eaten from the hand, but the phyllo was soggy and hot enough to make it difficult to handle. Tasty, but difficult to eat.

North and South Breads

Bread baskets and plates of dip appeared without side plates, which we had to request. The flatbreads were dry and the dried tortillas were indescribable. The hummus was dull and lifeless. (Hummus is made with lemon juice, garlic, and red pepper flakes!) The corn-Guajillo dip tasted more like a squash puree with none of the sweet spicy heat expected.

Beta Beta Beta Soup.

This roasted red pepper soup was a delight to my eyes and from the first spoonful, made me smile. It was a perfect balance of spice, heat, and roasted red peppers with a delightful crunch from the pepitos. Full marks.

Pescados

Billed as a hot and cold fish dish, it lived up to its name. Poached sole was placed over a small mound of quinoa in one corner of a square plate and in the opposite corner was a piece of halibut ceviche. Joining the two corners was a trail of wonderfully spicy salsa. Full marks for taste, creativity and presentation.

Silvestre Sorbet

A very pleasant palate refreshing sorbet based on Margarita flavours. Crystalline sugar sprinkled over the top added a nice touch and mimicked the salty rim of a margarita.

Tortiere-Carnitas

The strangest of the evening’s dishes was this combination. The tortiere was a mound of ground beef, pork and veal that was strangely dry and tasteless. Deconstructing tortiere should have included the gravy made by the meat juices, potatoes, onions, thyme and savory and other spices, and don’t forget pastry. Tortiere is a pie. Fusion could have added some heat or spiciness.

The Carnitas was a pork puree wrapped in a tortilla. It had a very strange mouth feel for a meat dish – more like a pate than the pulled, braised pork shoulder which is common. Again there seemed little flavour in the concoction and no condiments to make up for that lack.

Neither meat dish was hot.

The lack of vegetables was a strange touch. Potatoes and corn are endemic to South America and would have balanced the meal somewhat.

Maple Poached Pear and Leche Nevada

A pleasantly refreshing dessert of poached pear, Maple Ice Cream, and “Snowy Milk” nicely presented.

Dulce Trio

We finished with Candied Orange Peel, a candy made from beans, and Empolvado candy - interesting sweet treats that were new to us and a nice finish to the meal.

I don’t want to seem overly critical about the meal, but students are there to learn and the best learning comes through real experience. Sometimes that means falling flat on your face. It’s one thing to cook a meal for friends and a completely different experience to cook in a restaurant. I know the pressure is tremendous, but the rewards are exhilarating. I’ve enjoyed the experiences we’ve had at the Lady Dunn Dining Room over the past two years. I won’t let this dampen my enthusiasm for the wonderful meals we’ve had there and the fun we’ve had meeting the students and teachers. Don’t give up experimenting and don’t quit just because someone critiques your efforts. And, for goodness sakes, don't lose the enthusiasm.

Harvey

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Special Places II

Here's a photo from that 1980 field trip. Taken by Will Pearce. My goodness, don't I look young?


Special Places








It has been my privilege to have lived, worked in or visited almost all of Canada. My job as an interpreter of natural and man-made landscapes allowed me to get an often intimate and personal knowledge of the people and stories of these places. Between work and holiday travel, I’ve been from Iqaluit to Rondeau Provincial Park, from Cape St. Mary’s to Tofino. Of all the eye-catching, breathtakingly beautiful places I’ve seen, three remain deeply embedded in my memory.

The prairies are a landscape of sweeping vistas, gentle hills, huge skies and endless horizons. But every once in a while a river cuts through this landscape and creates what I’ve called “inverted landscapes”. These river valleys are more ‘bounded’ landscapes and often oases of green amid the browns and yellows of the prairies. Three of these inverted landscapes call to me: Dry Island Buffalo Jump Provincial Park, Dinosaur Provincial Park World Heritage Site, and Writing-On-Stone Provincial Park.










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Dry Island is southeast of Red Deer, on the Red Deer River, near Three Hills. (Yes, there are three rather prominent hills.) Even knowing you’re close to the place, it is always a bit of a surprise as you top a little rise and the valley opens up in front of you. You literally go from the photo above to the one below.
















Dry Island. That’s the Red Deer River.


Shortly after 9/11 the Red Deer and District Museum opened a traveling exhibit about Grenfell Hooked Rugs. The curator, Paula Laverty, who lived across the river from the Twin Towers, flew out the following week for the exhibit installation and opening. These were tumultuous and scary times so Wendy and I took Paula to Dry Island to give her a feeling for the Great Plains, a part of the world she was visiting for the first time. It was a beautiful fall day and as I recall it, we had a great day. I remember being embarrassed at the thirty “Watchable Wildlife” signs the park had erected - I had written every one.

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Wendy and I worked for Alberta Recreation and Parks in the early eighties. In the fall of 1980 the Visitor Services Planning group took a field trip to southern Alberta. We visited Dinosaur Provincial Park World Heritage Site on that trip. Like Dry Island, you reach the park almost by surprise. Suddenly there is a whole landscape, mysterious and almost mystical, spread out at your feet. Perhaps it’s the badlands with their hoodoos or the way the landscape changes with every rainfall. Perhaps it’s the strip of green along the river. It’s called Dinosaur because a phenomenal number and variety of late Cretaceous fossils have been discovered here. It was declared a World Heritage Site because of this and has attracted paleontologists from all over the world since the nineteenth century.

Wendy and I were there just after a thundershower. That’s the best time to go fossil hunting. The torrential rains wash away the soft bentonite clays exposing the much harder fossilized materials. We found a small hoodoo capped by a fossilized turtle shell.

At the time I was envious of the planners working on the park. It was and still is a challenging place to interpret to visitors. I’ve been lucky enough to work on two interpretive plans for Dinosaur as a consultant, first with Reid Crowther in 1985 and again in 2002 with Robertson Weir. One evening Anna Roberson and I walked the road in the closed area and experienced the badlands at dusk. As the sun went down behind us, the badlands glowed pink, a deer ran up a hill, and a coyote howled. Truly, Dinosaur is “Like no other place on earth”.
-o-O-o-


On the same trip in 1980 we went to Writing-on-Stone. Leaving Lethbridge, there is a tiny pyramid shape on the horizon. That shape is the Sweetgrass Hills of Montana. These massive granite intrusions were exposed by millions of years of erosion. On the Canadian side of this border is Writing-on-Stone. The park is located on the Milk River, part of the Mississippi River system. You could put a canoe in the River here and not need to pull out till you reach the Gulf of Mexico. Most Canadian rivers drain into the Pacific, the Arctic or Atlantic Oceans. It is the Milk River valley that allowed American Whisky traders to sneak into Canada and ply their illicit business. There was a NWMP post in here for years.

Aside from the stunning beauty of this spot, there are petroglyphs and paintings on the rock faces that are estimated to be over three thousand years old. The top of the cliff on the opposite bank of the river is a known vision quest site. It is a place of immense spiritual power.

We had lunch in the hoodoos that day. It was the middle of November, but the sun was warm and out of the wind it was very pleasant. Will Pearce, our boss and leader, took a great photo of me standing on a hoodoo. It was a perfect day. It was at this place on that day in 1980 that Susan Sawyer, our historian and a great friend at the time, looked at me and said “You’re sweet on her, aren’t you?” I was. I still am.

Writing-On-Stone is another place I got to know well as I worked with Robertson Weir in 2002 to write an interpretive plan for the park.

There are many places I love, but not many that make me wistful like these three.

Happy Easter to all.

Harvey

March Update

At my monthly appointment with my oncologist this week, Dr. B advised that the new chest x-ray looks about the same as the last one. This is good news as the treatments seem to be holding the cancer at bay. We will continue with weekly treatment as long as this is the case and I’m able to tolerate the side effects.

Wednesday is treatment day and seems to come around very quickly. My system does seem to be settling down with no nausea and Harvey is pleased that I’ve gained a pound or two in the last month. The major new thing is numb fingers (my toes were numb before) which means bad handwriting and some extra proofreading when at the keyboard. (Harvey is typing this for me, so he’s responsible for that.) Suzanne is keeping my hair buzzed, which looks much better than the fine stuff which had come back in various lengths and heading off in all directions.

Wendy

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Caregiver

What a loaded word – caregiver. It has an infinite possibility of definitions, actions, and sometimes inactions. (There are times when the best action is to do nothing.) Aside from harping about drinking enough water, driving hither and yon, and suggestions about taking things a bit easier, my care giving is mostly about trying to find food choices that Wendy can eat. That is particularly frustrating for someone who has absolutely no interest in eating and whose favourite foods no longer taste ‘right’: and for someone who loves to prepare food. I’ve been making lots of soup from my own stock to ensure low sodium content and encourage liquid intake.

To get around our frustration, Wendy has deemed playing UPWORDS (a game similar to Scrabble but you can build the words up as well) one of my care giving duties. Wendy is very good at this game and customarily trounces me. I suspect the endorphins released as the result of winning makes her feel better for a while. Of course, if I let her win she would suspect my deception and be angry or disappointed with me, so when we sit down to play after dinner, the competitive urge rises and cutthroat Upwords ensues.

I’ve gotten somewhat better at this stupid game and can even see some strategic moves if I’m lucky enough to get the right tiles. My win rate is still half of Wendy’s, but it is an addictive and compelling game that fills an hour or so with brain-challenging activities. Studies indicate that such mental exercises help prevent Alzheimer’s.

Plan for the future, but write in pencil.

Harvey

PS Harvey has been on a winning streak and the number of games each of us has won is currently very close!
W

PPS: She’s just won two in a row on last minute scores of over thirty points.
H.

Monday, March 1, 2010

Continuing Treatment

We saw Dr. B this morning. She said the new chest xray done today looks ok. So we'll continue this weekly treatment with Taxol for a couple of months, monitoring the symptoms and how it is working.

My fingers as well as my toes are a bit number. I find I have to do some extra proofreading of stuff I do at the keyboard. And while I don't have much of an appetite for food, which is quite odd, I am able to eat ok. This may be the new normal for a while.

Wendy

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Deconstructing Caesar Salad

A while back while preparing for a small dinner party, Wendy decided that we needed a salad. I jump at any food request Wendy makes these days. We had a nice head of romaine in the crisper and that immediately suggested “Caesar Salad”. A search through the fridge and pantry gave me everything I needed but anchovies. It was too late to mount a shopping expedition so I had a second look at the Caesar dressing recipe.

It’s really just a mayonnaise (one of the basic ‘mother sauces’ of French Cuisine) sharpened with extra mustard, vinegar, lemon juice, Worcestershire sauce, garlic and anchovies.

Mayonnaise

1 egg yolk
1 tablespoon lemon juice
1 teaspoon Dijon mustard
250 ml. extra virgin olive oil.

In a large bowl mix the yolk, lemon juice and mustard with a whisk. Slowly begin to add the oil a few drops at a time. Egg yolk is an emulsifier: it joins a liquid molecule to an oil molecule, so you need lemon juice or vinegar to complete the bond. As you whisk, the sauce becomes pale yellow and has a nice sheen. One egg yolk will easily emulsify a cup of oil, but don’t push it too hard until you’re experienced. Mayonnaise is mild and creamy.

If you add a couple of finely grated garlic cloves, the mayonnaise becomes a Sauce Aioli.

But most of us buy Mayonnaise in a nice jar at Superstore or Sobey’s. It’s a heck of a lot easier and less frustrating. (Just wait until your Mayonnaise breaks or separates at a critical moment.) Here’s a quick and dirty Caesar Salad Sauce.

½ cup mayonnaise
1 tablespoon lemon juice
1 tablespoon red wine vinegar, or balsamic vinegar, or one you like.
1 tablespoon Dijon mustard
1 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce.
1 cup grated fresh Parmesan Reggiano cheese.

Because the store-bought mayo is already an emulsion, it will readily mix with these ingredients and make a tangy, sharp sauce. You can adjust the flavour to suit your taste. Let the sauce sit in the fridge for a couple of hours to meld the flavours.

Lightly oil slices of French or Italian bread and toast in the oven until they are crusty. While still warm, rub both sides of the slices with a garlic clove. When cool, cut the bread into nice sized cubes.

I had nothing to replace the anchovies, so I left them out. I did have some hot smoked salmon. I filled each salad plate with romaine and gave each plate a squirt of the dressing. I then layered on the croutons and sprinkled the greens with freshly ground Parmesan (the real stuff, Parmesan Reggiano), some croutons, and the salmon. The acid tanginess of the sauce went well with the salmon.

Everyone loved the salad and I was commandeered into making it for Christmas dinner.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

A Dessert Presentation

Wendy mentioned that some of our ‘constant readers’ had requested a recipe or two. I have to admit that my cooking skills have not been tested much these past few months with Wendy’s taste buds being sorely affected by her treatments. When she thought that an evening of dessert and Monopoly with Jack and Suzanne and Dale and Lynn was just what she needed, I was challenged to make an interesting and healthy presentation.

During the summer Wendy goes off to various places and picks fruit and freezes them for later consumption. While rummaging in the freezer an idea came to mind. Strawberries, blueberries and rhubarb (courtesy of Dale and Lynn's garden) all came to hand and the whole dessert concept became Memories of Summer (with apologies to President’s Choice).

Remember that these fruits have been frozen and when they thaw they will give up juice, become soft, and will lose their shape.

The centerpiece of this is the rhubarb. Be gentle.

Jellied Rhubarb Compote

1 kg (2 lbs) rhubarb, cut into one inch pieces
2 oranges, zest and juice
250 ml honey, sugar, or maple syrup
2 packets Knox gelatin

Mix rhubarb, orange juice and zest, and sweetener into a pot and heat gently. You are trying to get the rhubarb to give up its juice and mix with the other ingredients. Cook until the rhubarb is soft. Prepare the gelatin according to the package directions and add to the hot rhubarb mixture. Stir well.

Prepare nine ramekins. Fill each ramekin with the mixture and put into the refrigerator to cool until set.

Blueberry Compote
(this is a good recipe for tart fillings or a cobbler base too)

1 litre blueberries
250 grams sugar
24 grams cornstarch (a scant tablespoon)
1 tspn cinnamon
¼ tspn nutmeg
¾ cup cold water

Mix sugar, spices, cornstarch and cold water in a pot over medium heat, bring to a boil while stirring. When thickened, pour in blueberries and bring back to a boil. Cool.

Strawberry Sauce

2 cups frozen strawberries
½ cup sugar (or less according to your taste)
2 tspn cornstarch

Thaw the strawberries before starting. Drain off a half cup of juice and mix with the cornstarch.
Put the berries and sugar in a pot and heat. Add the cornstarch mixture and cook gently until the berries are cooked and the liquid is thick.

To serve Memories of Summer:

Gently turn out the jellied rhubarb compote onto the centre of a dinner plate. Spoon blueberries and strawberries on opposite sides of the plate. Place a dollop of ice cream or a fruit sorbet at the top of the plate.

Enjoy.

P.S. A shortbread cookie would go well with this.

Kids' Guide to Museum



Although I haven't talked much about work in this blog, I have been able to continue working part-time during treatment.

I wanted to share this newspaper article about one of the projects I've been coordinating. This Kids' Guide was developed with the assistance of a group of Grade 4 and 5 students from a nearby school, to highlight their favourite parts of the Museum and enable other kids to act as tour guides for their own families. The students are very proud of the resulting booklet, which features their art and writing. I think the final product exceeded everyone's expectations, and it is now available to visitors as part of their regular admission.

Wendy




Wednesday, February 3, 2010

New Treatment Underway

Weekly treatments with the new (to me) chemo Taxol got underway today. In four weeks I see my oncologist, Dr. B, to assess how it's going. The chemo nurse says if it's effective and depending on the side effects, it can sometimes be continued indefinitely, like the bone strengthener I receive intravenously every 4 weeks.

The nurse feels that the oncology docs here really keep up to date, going to conferences, involved in clinical trials, reading, etc. Says if this ever happened to her Dr. B is who she'd want, and she's not the first person I've heard express that. Her view is that Dr. B doesn't give up easily, as long as you're on board, which is my impression too.

Apparently one of the most common side effects of Taxol is achy bones, especially the large ones in the hips and thighs. There may be increased tiredness as treatment goes on, of course hair loss, but perhaps less effect on the digestive system than some of the previous treatment.
We'll see how it goes over the next few weeks.

Wendy

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Trying New Treatment

After 6 chemo treatments with Cisplatin, Dr. B has found that my lungs are a little worse than before we started it in August. So we're trying another type of chemo, Taxol, with treatments weekly. We'll have to see what side effects I experience, but she says it shouldn't be as hard on my digestive system.

My blood counts have been a bit low, so had a transfusion last week and won't start the new treatment until next week when they should be better.

I am hoping to continue working part time through this treatment, as I've been able to do with the others. Continuing to continue!

Wendy

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Book Club Anniversary

Our book club has been going for a year now and we are still having fun with it. We have taken a different approach; instead of reading the same book each month and discussing it, we establish a theme. At first, someone volunteered to find, read and review several books on that theme, but that quickly evolved to everyone coming with a brief review of a book they had discovered and read. Always followed by discussion about other things we’d read and recommended and an exchange of books we’d brought to pass along. (Particular favourites of these have been Blessed are the Cheesemakers and The Guernsey Literary Society.)

These have been our themes thus far:
Novels about place – Northern Ontario
Novels about place – Montreal (English and French in translation)
Novels about place - Newfoundland
Mystery by a Canadian author
Novel about rural Canada
Canadian novel featuring a body of water
Canadian cookbook or book about food
Biography of a Canadian
Historical novel by a Canadian

Topics for 2010 have yet to be determined but possibilities include:
Favourite book of 2009
Canadian humour
Book about health/wellness
Poetry
A Canadian road trip
Canadian novel pre-1960
A Canadian author looks at elsewhere in world
A novel of work/the workplace

Other suggestions welcome!

Wendy

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Summer Jobs

A conversation at our New Years’ Day Open House got me thinking about my summer job experiences while in high school and university.

We were talking about the summer I spent assisting my father set up and open the first incarnation of his used bookstore. We cleared an outbuilding on the farm, he built and installed shelves, and decided which books he could bear to part with. I moved them from the house – from shelves, cardboard boxes under beds and precarious piles. Then organized by categories of our devising, shelved and priced them, and waited on the customers who found us, including neighbours, folks out for a drive in the country, and other booklovers.
Retail not for me, but retained enthusiasm for used bookstores and reading.

Other summer job experiences included:
Working as a live-in mother’s helper in a suburban Toronto household.
I recall commenting in a letter to a friend that I could see what was in it for him, but wasn’t sure what she was getting out of it.
Housewifing not for me (in case I didn’t already know that), introduced to bagels.

A summer working at a small factory contracted to making wiring harnesses for Ford, being a member of the UAW but without the high wages for which the auto industry is known. Only worked for one day on the line, then moved to a giant stapling machine, which with explosive bursts of noise stapled plastic clips to some sort of spline. Also worked in the office which overlooked the shop floor, making labels for parts for the new model year, and in quality control, where completed harnesses were fit onto a test board so the lights lit up in sequence.
Assembly lines not for me, but getting up early ok.

Writing a grant application for Opportunities for Youth, a federal job creation program where the potential employees could propose a project (this was the 70s), presumably with the agreement of the potential employer. I don’t think it was my main selling point, but I recall making the argument that white Anglo-Saxon farmers’ daughters, the potential employees, were a minority group. The project did receive funding, although I got another job and my sister worked on it.
Grant writing may be in my future.

Summer job recollections, anyone?

Wendy

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Read and Recommended

10 books I’ve read and recommended in the past year:

The Outlander, Gil Adamson
This first novel by a Canadian author has not received the attention its quality warrants.

The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Society, Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows
A story told through letters. Thanks to Anna for passing along her copy.

How Buildings Learn: What Happens After They’re Built, Stewart Brand
How buildings evolve and what/how we might learn in order to build better.

Mister Pip, Lloyd Jones
A story with a memorable setting about the power of reading.

The Mummy Congress, Heather Pringle
A journalist becomes fascinated by the researchers and academics who are fascinated by mummies.

The Bishop’s Man, Linden MacIntyre
Improved by having heard the author read and answer questions as part of the Lorenzo series.

Banishing Verona, Margot Livesey
Another unexpected find that has been widely circulated.

Champlain’s Dream, David Hackett Fischer
An excellent new biography about one of the most influential figures in Canadian history.

Undertow, Thomas Rendell Curran
One of a series featuring a police inspector working in St. John’s after WWII.

Gilead, Marilyn Robinson
An aging father in failing health wants his young son to know him through his recollections.

Wendy

Saturday, January 2, 2010

Additional Experience

Jane correctly pointed out that a new experience missing from my list was becoming a blonde. (See June 1, 2009 post.)

I've discovered that blondes wear shorter skirts, trendier glasses and have little tolerance for clothes that are now two sizes too large.

Wendy