We really couldn’t ask for more beautiful weather for July!  Each week has been sunny and warm, fun and happy and full of life.  Considering my recent heart scare, I’m grateful for every day and consider each one a special gift.  The salmon are really here now, so there are hoards of tourists everywhere.  There have been extended commercial fishing periods almost every day so Peter has been gone for a while.  I still cook food for him and his deckhands, but just leave containers in the freezer for whenever he can get home to take stuff to the boat.  I hope they are getting lots of fish even though their allowed area is often reduced.

My old Airstream has been perfect, except for a few things.  I did get safety chains welded onto the hitch, and extended the wiring for the lights, but then noticed the truck throwing out clouds of black smoke.  Turns out the O2 sensor had flatlined and thankfully the shop was able to fix it the same day.  We couldn’t wait to get out of town but learned that all the area campsites are completely full.  Then I discovered a place off the beaten path where we could go for free, so Janek and I went camping at this small lake in Kasilof over the weekend and it was wonderful.  We get along amazingly well together, and do a lot of laughing.  He adores playing in the water with Cheyenne and there were a few other locals there, even children to play with.  Unfortunately at night we had a problem with the door handle and got ourselves locked in!  After a few anxious minutes when I began to crawl out a window, a woman came by and managed to open the door for us.  On Sunday our local locksmith fixed it and now we can go adventuring again.  Turns out the decades-old mechanism was seized up with solidified grease, so maybe I could have gotten it apart to clean and re-grease it myself and saved the house call.  But hopefully it won’t cause any more trouble, although I’ll keep looking for a replacement door knob for the 50+ year old hardware.  Because of the new medications I take, my blood is so thin that any thumps turn into big bruises, so just imagine the black thigh I got from trying to climb out that little window!

Here are some photos from the past week.  Unfortunately none of them include me, but you can see we’re having fun.  That is, as long as we remember to put on mosquito repellent a couple of times every day!

Having Janek here has been a lot of fun, and apparently I’m not quite as old and decrepit as I thought I was!

It looks like the fishermen are happier now that the salmon are here!

And Janek finally found a big King Salmon! and an even bigger mosquito!!

Peter and Janek arrived on Saturday, June 22nd. It was good to see them again.  My dear friend Katie had made arrangements for their motor home to be picked up in Wasilla and agreed to drive them up there to get it.  Of course Peter would be seriously jet-lagged by traveling from Germany, and I realized during the night that I should probably fly up to meet them and help drive the Big Rig back to Soldotna.  Katie agreed with me, so that’s what I did.  It was a good for him to have the help, and we made it to my house before midninght.  Of course he spent a couple of days working it, cleaning things and stocking it with supplies for family life on the road. I was able to contribute pots and pans, linens and some travel gear.

As you might be able to see, the first days were filled with mosquitoes and mosquito bites, and Janek looked like he got the worst of it.  This is the most awful year for biting bugs that I can ever remember and everyone is complaining.  Fortunately the guys developed the morning habit of putting on bug dope, and we gradually learned to cope.  Janek and I had fun fixing meals, making cookies, going to the playground, and taking walks with Cheyenne.  The boy and dog buddies spend a lot of time together.

Here is Peter with Janek, ready for the first time he could go out with his dad for a commercial fishing day.  Janek is proud to say, “I’m a fisherman!”

The “BANG” happened on the sixth day after they got here, during Peter’s first day out with his boat.  I didn’t feel good, and had some pressure on my chest and a hard time breathing.  I had heard that if you go in to the hospital right away, they can tell  from a blood test if it is your heart, so I decided about 3 p.m. to take the boy and dog with me to the emergency room.  Although all the initial tests were fine, they had us wait six hours for another blood test, and this time it did show the heart protein troponin so I failed.  Now this was officially a heart attack, which meant that when a helicopter became available I would be medivaced to Anchorage where they have cardiac services.  Unfortunately that would be many hours later, so Peter had time to come in from fishing, go home to pick up my chargers and laptop, and take charge of Janek and Cheyenne.  Then just before midnight I finally headed north in a very dramatic fashion.  By the time I got to Anchorage my tests were good again.

This whole episode has been a learning experience but to make a long story short, I was lucky to get a great doctor who decided to go into my wrist for a cardiac catheterization, spent just 1 1/2 hours in the cath lab and got four stents in three arteries, was all fixed by noon, and was walking around an hour later.  As the doc predicted, I got released the next day and Katie gave me a ride to the airport so I could catch a flight home.

To be honest, I didn’t really think anything was wrong with my heart at all, I just wanted to be sure. The symptoms for women are always different and unpredictable, and usually it looks like something else.  By going through my wrist, he saved me great pain and a long recovery, and he did a marvelous job. Most people have no idea what’s going on inside them, but my heart has been reamed out and tidied up relatively painlessly, and I’m grateful that it was done. I have no idea why he chose this method for me because it is not often used, but all the nurses were astounded that it was so much easier for me than other patients, nearly all of whom get a groin entry. They were lying in bed suffering while I got up and walked across the hall for a shower.

Heart issues do not run in my family, but I believe that not only are we living longer and healthier now, but our medical services are far beyond what existed just a few short years ago, and many things can be repaired that women would have just lived with in the past. The sad part is that all heart research was done only for men, so only recently are they learning about women to know that their symptoms are so varied, and now have stents small enough to fit inside women’s arteries. Apparently my timing was perfect.  I believe that if I can force myself to take the medicines on schedule, my heart will be good for a long time to come.

I’m feeling normal already. I was conscious through the whole procedure, could hear each time they found a problem, put in a balloon and blew it up, inserted a stent and moved on to the next one. They say I’ll be better than new soon, and will have much more energy than I’ve probably had for a long time. I might even be able to start hiking again, after working with a cardiac therapy group at the Soldotna hospital. The nurse said that my heart might have been a big reason I could hardly go up and down the stairs, not just arthritis.  What a good way to start this new chapter of life.