What is it about second opinions that reassures people? I can see circumstances where you may want reassurance for something traumatic. In most cases, I doubt a secon opinion is very helpful.

I am not talking about construction projects, or the installation of a furnace. We moved into our house 11 years ago. Our furnace seemed to have trouble keeping the house warm. The air conditioner that was highly praised by the previous owner was barely useful. Nothing more than an air circulator. I talked with the representatives of about 6 different furnace manufacturers. Like most industries. there are very few actual manufacturers. What looks like a diverse field is dominated by a few companies that market several brands. All claimed to have the best unit on the market and cited one item that distinguished them from the others.

One had an electronic ignition which they claimed was useful in that it was more efficient. Do not need a pilot light. Just saved myself $10 a year. Another had an anti-static drum that would prevent the accumulation of dust on the air intakes. Fantastic feature guaranteed to work for three years at least. Another had a 12volt fan which could stay on for ever circulating the air around the house. Highly useful. I guess. I came away from the exercise more confused than when I went in.

We finally replaced our furnace about three years ago. We hired the same contractor this year to install our central air without going fro a second opinion. We trust the contractor. He did a stellar job the first time, and again now.

One of my cousins visited me recently. One of the first things she asked is whether I was having liver surgery. No, I said, no such plans. She suggested I might want to go to Germany for said operation. It would only cost about $2,000. I should not rely on the opinion of my one doctor here. She understands that we are living with the constraints of universal health care. They often will not perform operations or provide other services to save money. I should not let that hold me back. Germany has wonderful services.

I accused her of having Health Care prejudices. This opened a whole other set of issues which I will not go into, a waste of time.

This advice was given without having any idea about how our system works, or at least the system in this hospital. There is a panel of doctors who look after us. Major decisions are made by the panel, not the individual doctor. This is a truly amazing system. Not only do you get a second opinion, but you get five of them. By the time I was set for surgery, I had four separate opinions. Why go after another?

The situation gets more complicated. We do not appear to understand the why’s and wherefores of cancer. We do know that I do not have liver cancer, but colon cancer in the liver. Same situation in the lungs. I finally understand the meaning of metastasized cancer.

An operation of the liver is a waste of time. The cancer cells are busy in both halves of the liver. Taking one half out, letting the liver regenerate, means that the cancer will just travel from the other half back to the first.

Why in the world would I want to second guess my doctor anyways? What makes me think for a second that I know better than my doctor. Should I go to Germany for the operation, who will look after me post operation? I have an appointment to see my surgeon tomorrow morning. This is 9 months after the operation. We talk and make sure all is right. It is not a long meeting. Am I supposed to after another local surgeon look after my needs following an operation in another country? Does not make sense to me on any level.

We were told that we have the right to a second opinion at any time prior to the operation. We were told to feel free to go to the Mayo Clinic or anywhere else we thought might provide some additional information or help. No one here would hold that against us. After being in this system for a year, researching, reading and contemplating alternatives, I can say that the doctors appreciate it when you know more, when you take the time to educate yourself and take charge of your destiny. At least my doctors do.

I think a second opinion is required because we do not like or trust the first opinion. We are hoping that the bad news is not as bad as it appears to be and want to hear a second voice.

I generally deal with people I trust. I trust my family doctor. We have been together for fifteen years and understand each other. She is a modern medicine woman, dispensing drugs to heal all. Anyone not comfortable with that should seek the advice of a traditional medicine person.

I trust my oncologist and his entourage. I trust my surgeon and her entourage. I am happy with the decisions taken. I will add resources as I see fit, as I can accept them, understand their significance.

I took public transit to the hospital. Janet and Devin are both working. This is really a non-issue. The streetcar is almost at our door. Very convenient. Arrived a bit early, taken in on time and released right on schedule. Another new nurse. Again, very official. Name, number and date of birth, over and over again.

The process is very normal and pain free by now. Even the side effects are taken in stride. Took a look at the blood results. My white blood cell count is down to 2.3 which is OK for Chemo. The cutoff occurs when the count goes below 1.5. My liver enzymes are not doing anything special. Some are up, others down. These are used as a guide more than anything else. Numbers going down would indicate stabilization, up would be a bit of a disaster. This has me a bit concerned. It is not a good sign and I am getting apprehensive about visiting the oncologist the next day. I will have the Neulasta shot on Thursday once disconnected from the baby bottle.

We went to see the oncologist on Wednesday, June 16th. It was a very short visit. Not much to say really. I am not showing any of the side effects they are looking for. No throwing up, lack of appetite, weight loss, upset anything. Just fatigue, discoloured skin, and cracking nails. Normal. I have stopped reacting to the treatments. The body has adjusted to all the drugs. This is as good as it gets. We are now in control mode. Five more sessions of Chemo, then maybe a rest for three months before moving on to the new cocktail.

We are planning to go to Montreal for the July long weekend. My brother Fo’ad will be joining us, some sort of small family get together. We did this about three years ago. We rent a restaurant called Quartier Perse for an afternoon. The owner, Mahin, loves us. Her food is amazing. Highly recommended. Tell her I sent you. We rent her place for an afternoon and invite all our friends to join us. Everyone gets to see everyone with very little fuss. No dishes to wash, house to clean, people to serve. I am looking forward to it.

We asked for another week off Chemo in order to enjoy Montreal with full strength of mind and body. Keep in mind that at the beginning of this adventure, a week off was not even a consideration. No fuss now. Too many chemicals in the body. Live your life. Go and enjoy.

Janet and I went home in a bit of a stupor. Not sure how to react to any of this. What do you mean this is as good as it gets, and live your life? My numbered days just appear to have become a lot smaller. The amazing Doctor Hedley does not give out numbers. So useless and build false expectations, or negativity depending on the numbers issued. Nor do we talk about Stage of Cancer. You are alive between stages 1 through 4, dead when you reach stage 5. Again, these are so arbitrary. They amount to nothing except making you fell either defeated or buoyant. Both false feelings.

The hidden message is unmistakable. I woke up from my stupor through the next couple of days. Spoke with Fetneh and Fo’ad. Kali and I had lunch and touched on the subject ever so briefly. No need to ruin a good lunch. Enjoy your life. Diana, Nancy, Judith all had words of comfort. None of us either know what any of this means, or are willing to broach the subject just yet.

I keep saying this, and I will say it again. I am feeling far too well for things to go awry now. I am strong and vital and am living a full life. I am in the process of designing a couple of web sites for a couple of friends. Both are computer businesses, but very different from one another. I am quite excited by the projects. I am living my life, and am not prepared for any interruptions.

We hired a gardener to look after our downtown hacienda. I no longer have the energy for it. He is very good and has made the garden look amazing. Very organized. Not my style. I like things to be more organic. Most people hate that. This is a good change, specially if we decide to sell the house at some point. I love to sit in either the back or front yards and just look at the garden, enjoy the trees and brush, and the very few flowers that manage to grow. We have far too many very mature trees in the backyard. The shady garden overshadows everything. Moss instead of grass. A pond in the back that gurgles in such a satisfying way. Calm and serene.

Janet and I sit on the front porch once in a while. Drink coffee and watch the passers by. Some one will occasionally look up and nod or murmur a very quiet and subdues “hi” as they walk by. No one feels comfortable opening the conversation, invading your space. I guess it does not help that we have a fence around our property, the better to protect the cats in a dog endowed neighbourhood. The dogs insist on chasing the cats who find refuge behind the iron fence. It is not a high fence allowing for easy conversation over it, but people are shy.

We have noticed that the bigger the house, the more likely people are to stay inside and not venture into the outdoors. A couple of our neighbours know about what is going on. Most just say hi and walk by. We had dinner last night at Marianne’s. She lives two doors to the east of us. John Brown who lives three doors to the west also joined us. I made rice. Marianne made steak. A glorious combination. I had a wonderful time. They are very supportive people full of love and comfort.

We are spending today at Philip’s, Janet’s brother, celebrating Fathers day. Devin is trying to take the day off, though I have no idea if he was successful. Philip has a swimming pool in his backyard. I might just go in for a swim and see how it goes. I have to cover my bag with one of those pregnancy skirts. All I need is for the bag to come off while in the pool. Yikes.

Live your life. New motto. Stay positive. Not that we weren’t. Just seems that a new sense of urgency is suddenly overshadowing everything else.

Janet and I will spend just a bit more time together, specially in the summer when there is so much to do and enjoy in this city.

Live your life. Good motto for all, methinks.

Thanks for listening.

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