Traveling again, but this time it’s not for fun

Leslie and I are in Florida. Our plan was to take a cruise from Los Angeles through the Panama Canal, ending in Fort Lauderdale, to celebrate our 30th wedding anniversary this year. The cruise didn’t happen, but here we are.

A little backstory first. In January, Leslie had surgery at a hospital in Guadalajara. It was supposed to be a complete hysterectomy but the doctor only removed her uterus and fallopian tubes. The pathology report showed a very small Stage 1 endometrial cancer, which we did not anticipate. Normally, Stage 1 means no further treatment, just what the doctors call “watchful waiting.” But because of the way in which the uterus was removed and the fact that other organs remained in place, the consulting oncologists recommended aggressive radiation therapy.

Leslie wasn’t happy with that. She wanted the job finished and done right. After a few months of trying to resolve the situation, she had surgery May 15 at the Cleveland Clinic in Weston, Florida, to finish what the Mexican doctor failed to complete. Her second surgery went very well. However, pathology reported another very small tumor (less than 100 cancer cells) in the right ovary. Leslie was referred to a medical oncologist who considers this a Stage 3 cancer because it appears to be metastatic. That means chemotherapy. Six treatments, three weeks apart to wipe out any stray cancer cells that may still be wandering around that can’t be detected through regular scans. We see this not as a cancer treatment — because all the cancer has been removed — but as a way of preventing it (hopefully) from causing problems in the future

Neither of us was happy with that recommendation, but after much prayer and consideration, Leslie decided it was the right approach, and I agreed. Chemo starts July 6, but first we’re headed back to Ajijic. We really need to see our home and our cats again, and we had only arranged house-sitters/cat-sitters through the middle of June. We’ll come back to Florida in early July and stay until the round of chemo is done — possibly four or five months. That’s better for Leslie than going back and forth every three weeks. And one of Stephanie’s long-time friends has offered us the use of her condo in the Naples area, which is about a 90-minute drive to Weston. Thank you, Lexi!

We cannot say enough about Cleveland Clinic and the outstanding doctors, nurses and technicians at the Weston location. Many thanks to our dear friend Carol who helped us become affiliated with this outstanding facility.

Also, this is not an indictment of health care in México, just of that one doctor. In the States we would sue for malpractice, but that’s problematic in México — it takes a long time and a lot of money and usually is not successful. In Ajijic, Leslie and I share a super cardiologist and an outstanding ophthalmologist. Leslie really likes her endocrinologist, too. But both of us now have primary care docs at Cleveland Clinic.

When I recently blogged that we wanted to do more traveling now that the pandemic is essentially over, this is not what I had in mind. We’ll be spending a good part of the rest of this year in Florida, and we’ll be making regular visits back for the next five years or so. Other travel, such as the Panama Canal cruise we were forced to cancel because of the surgery, will have to wait. That’s fine, we’re still young!

The good news is that we’ll be piling up airline miles and points with certain hotel chains and rental car companies. And we might be able to work in some touristy activities, like a visit to Key West or the Kennedy Space Center, if Leslie feels well enough. Hopefully, we’ll be back in México for Christmas — maybe even for Thanksgiving!

More to come!