What to do with McIntyre Creek?

One of the parties has commented on a somewhat contentious issue in the upcoming election. This is on the disposition of the area around McIntrye Creek. For those not familiar, the creek enters the Yukon River in the Mountainview Drive area and runs behind the College and back, through a number of interconnections, across the Alaska Highway and is fed by Fish Lake.

The Liberal Party, in August, called for the preservation of McIntyre Creek as a wildlife corridor. It is home to and the only direct passage from the Yukon River wetlands to the opposite side of the highway, for moose, bear and other animals. As a wetland, it is a home for migratory wildfowl and has recently returned to becoming a viable salmon spawning stream. The City of Whitehorse is planning to construct a major subdivision in the area straddling the creek.

I’ll toss in my bias here. I spent almost ten years identifying, excavating, and analyzing archaeological sites in the McIntyre Creek area. The creek served as a “highway” between the Yukon River and Fish Lake for at least 6,000 years, once more reinforcing the concept that places that are attractive to us now were probably attractive places to live over long periods of time. There are sites located from the mouth to near the highway and not all of the region has been thoroughly surveyed. These are protected under the territorial Heritage Resources Act and can not be developed, considering mitigation costs of excavating the site would be far more than the value of the land and would take a substantial period of time. About five years ago, Greg Hare of Archaeology Branch and I delineated the known site areas and that part of the land that is unable to be developed.

Other than the City, there are other parties involved. The Friends of McIntyre Creek, a local preservation group, have called to have the area turned into parkland. Some of the land is vested in the Ta’an Kwäch’än First Nation as part of their land claim. Interestingly, in one week, a number of years ago, one Yukon Party minister said it should be used for housing, one said it should be turned into a park, and the third reminded people that there is a prior committment to that land.

In the mid-1980s, much of the land in question was earmarked and promised by the government of the day as potential endowment lands for Yukon College. Negotiations for the transfer of these lands have been spotty at best over the last almost 30 years and there would have to be a number of amendments to the College Act to complete the transfer. For example, the college is not allowed to own land and the Department of Education is the actually owner of the existing college property and buildings. And, while this promise has failed over successive governments to come to fruition, a government committment (to the point that there are maps of the lands to be transferred) should take some precedence over newer concepts. For example, the City intends to put about 360 residential lots in the area, despite the fact the the new Whistle Bend subdivision is supposed to accommodate an additional 8,000 residents (we only have a population of slightly over 20,000 so this should take care of all of the growth we should expect in the relative future.) Another 360 lots is probably unnecessary, and it’s time we push goverment into keeping their promises for a change, particularly when it’s a promise that has come from governments run by each of the three major parties…

Hospital care

I haven’t had a chance to talk about this even though I’ve been home for a week. Needless to say, hearing about declining standards of health care before going for major surgery often leaves one wondering what to expect. I was curious about how things would be, but am quite glad to report that, should you be sent off to our hospital, you don’t have to panic about the level of treatment you will receive.

This is particularly true when I apply the benchmark of what I see in other areas of Canada. I went into emergency a bit more than five years ago and saw a brand new doctor in town. He had come from Saint John, NB and was amazed that, at 10 at night, I was seen by him about 10 minutes after arrival. He was used to a longer wait period in Saint John, where he said that the average wait time in emergency was a little over 8 hours.  Apparently, in Montreal, it”s often a 12-18 hour wait in emergency.

The standard of care I received was nothing short of excellent. The nurses should be lauded daily… and I did. They are busy, and sometimes you need to wait for routine things like your daily dressing change, but they were skilled, caring and extremely cheerful throughout my stay over 2 1/2 weeks. They were always friendly and always interested in making sure that any problems you had were dealt with immediately.

Are there problems? What I couldn’t help noticing was that much of the equipment is old and some needs a great deal of help. When it takes the third blood pressure machine to finally get your blood pressure, after the first two simply no longer function, it does indicate that some things need repair or replacement. My IV pump, which Kristal, the nurse, named Fred, had a battery that wasn’t beneficial to walking. I was supposed to go for a minimum of three walks a day, and Fred’s battery would often last about 10 feet out the room door and then start beeping annoyingly (low battery were two words I began to despise).

So, let’s not panic about the level of health care here. However, let’s also keep a good eye on our elected officials to ensure that these standards are maintained. Let’s be honest. I’m a typical Canadian who sees universal medical care as a sacred cow and quite cheerfully capable of suggesting the cutting seats in the legislature as a cost-cutting method to ensure its existence. After all, one nurse is worth far more than 18 territorial representatives and costs far less…

A first for an election priority

The election has been called for a week now and I have to admit that the professed priority of three of the parties encourages me. A poll done before the election indicated that the major issue resonating with Yukoners is housing.

We have a huge shortage of housing, particularly attainable housing, in the territory. There is little incentive to rent and the vacancy rate in the territory is about 1.2%. Supply and demand has led to extremely high housing prices (the average home sale in Whitehorse from the Statistics Department in the last quarter was about $425,000). Home sale numbers are slow and new construction has concentrated on condos, selling at about $400/sq.ft. With an average income, finding a house you can actually afford is difficult (remember that most banks use a maximum of 38% Total Debt to Service Ratio, which means that you won’t get mortgage unless you have enough income that your mortgage payment is 38% or less of your income. To buy a $450,000 house over 25 years means you need a combined family income of about $7,500 per month. Needless to say, if you work at Tim Horton’s or in a daycare, odds are you will never own a house. Given the rental rates, you may find that you simply don’t have a roof over your head at all and this explains why many people live in wall tents in the woods on the other side of the river.

Calls for improvement to the situation first came from the Territorial NDP party that held a meeting on dealing with the situation two months before the election was called. They have pushed for having Crown Land within the city turned into low income housing development. They and the Liberal Party support this, as well as  Northern City Supportive Housing Coalition’s $1.8-million plan to build 20 units of housing for homeless people in the city. The Yukon Party has also approached the housing problem with proposing to increase the number of beds at the Salvation Army,  and create a new youth shelter and designating Crown Land for affordable housing. However, considering that the previous Yukon Party government received about $18 million in two years in federal Northern Housing Trust and did not spend it and transferred other low income housing money to a First Nation to be used to buy hotels owned by a cabinet minister, I’m afraid I don’t hold much hopes for any of the Yukon Party’s housing promises coming to fruition.

That being said, it is safe to hope that someone, unless we have a return of government, will deal with a serious problem. Homelessness here is not reserved for people without jobs. And, quite frankly, any candidate running who doesn’t believe that safe housing is a human right, should not be permitted to run. Ask your candidates when they come to your door what they believe on this issue and then, be prepared to hold them to it. To paraphrase Robert A. Heinlein, any society that does not make it its first priority to defend its weakest citizens does not deserve to exist…

Recovering

I’ll admit it. I’m bored.

I’ve been home since Friday and recovery will be slow. I still can’t move very far, although I can go up and down stairs. This is important because it differs between sleeping downstairs on the sofa bed or upstairs on our real bed. Sofa bed mattresses are designed for two specific engineering functions. First is the ability to fold up and go back to being a sofa. This makes it need to be thin and uncomfortable. The second function is to make sure that your company isn’t encouraged to stay too long and ours certainly meets this important criterion. The alternative, upstairs, is a 14″ chiropractic mattress on a queen sized bed, so the ability to get upstairs is a big bonus.

I walk around the house a lot so I’m getting some exercise.  I went for a walk down the road a bit the other day but it’s been windy and I haven’t had much of a chance since then to do it again. Walking involves a bit of planning. I need to bring Clara with me in case I can only get so far and you have to really remember to plan for the walk out and back again.

We’re getting really good at changing dressings. I got a bit of a reprieve from that yesterday when Home Care showed up. I had a shower on Saturday which gave me the opportunity to actually look at the incision in the mirror. It’s about a foot long and is held together with about 30 staples. I go to the surgeon’s office tomorrow to see if they come out, or some come out, or we leave them in longer. Since I had two operations, the incision will take much longer to heal than if it had been used only once.

My big concern is that it’s very easy to come up with an incisional hernia after this. Therefore, the heaviest thing I can pick up is a coffee cup.

I’ll be off work for quite a bit longer. I may try to pop in for a bit in about a month’s time but am not expecting too much for the first while. I’m concentrating on getting everything ready for courses in January, which I have to be ready for early. I probably go back for the last little surgical bit, and I am quite glad it’s “little,” in early December. Then, I’m off until the new term starts. It’s kind of scary how much work I’ve missed with this and knee surgery in early June.

Well, that’s about how things are. I’m keeping low-key since I’ve picked up a bit of a bug and am less energetic than normal, which, sadly, isn’t saying much…

I’m back

That took a wee bit longer than originally planned.

I went to the hospital on August 24th for abdominal surgery to repair a fistula, a connection between the colon and the bladder. This explains why I’ve basically been miserable since February and probably the February before. The end result is that I’ve basically had bladder and kidney infections for the past year and feel just miserable. I’ve been tired and had trouble working a full day since the winter.

I finally got it diagnosed when I came down with the bladder infection from Hell and had to go into emergency on a weekend. The on call surgeon figured it out based on a new symptom and since it’s very rare, was able to schedule a few more tests and confirm it.

I had surgery, which basically called for cutting a piece out of the colon where it was infected, patching the bladder and putting some fat in between the two to prevent it from recurring. I did not get to pick where the fat came from, although I tried. This was the original plan; however, as in 5% of these surgeries, I sprung a leak where the two pieces of the colon were reattached and had to have another operation to repair this and clean out the abdominal cavity. This represented another week of setback and means my recovery will be longer. Also, as a part of the repair, I will also have to have more surgery as well as several tests before hand sometime in early December to finish the repair.

Now, two and a half weeks later, I came home. It is kind of scary to give up my 24 hour nursing care. I guess I have to leave the nest eventually. I still have a lot of pain, tire very easily and am quite weak. I also have to be very careful to avoid causing an incisional hernia by overdoing it. I’m allowed to pick up a cup of tea and that’s about it.

Thanks, all, for the many wishes. I am extremely grateful to each and every one. Now, I promise a more consistent posting schedule…

I’ll be off for a while

So, tomorrow is surgery day and there’s no internet at the hospital. Therefore, I’m going to be offline for a bit, so this will be my last post for a while. The estimate is that I’ll be in hospital for about a week, so I assume my next post may be longer.

Other than that, take care all and I’ll catch you next week.

All the best, Doug.

Nothing like lots of notice

Well, I got a phone call from the OR scheduling people this morning. I go for surgery Wednesday morning. Now, I get to run around like a chicken with its head cut off for a few days to get everything ready before hand.

I have a few things to do. I have to check the forecast to see if I’ll be able to get the boat out for a last run tomorrow… sometime between seeing the dramaturg about my play at 8:30 and pre-op clinic at 4. If not, I have to put my motor and boat away for the year since boating season will probably be over by the time I’m back in business. A few lawn things have to be taken care off before hand too. I have a few things to wash (my new jammies are washed already though) and have to get packed as well as other minor things.

Oh, well. They could have called and said I had surgery tomorrow…

Jack Layton, 1950-2011

Jack Layton passed away early this morning with his family around him. His passing was described as “peaceful.”

I must admit a bit of shock to this. When I watched the press conference where he announced that he would be stepping down temporarily to fight another bout of cancer, I was amazed at how poorly he looked. That being said, I like many people believed he would, as he said, return in September for the return of the House. Jack was a fighter, and had always been through his political career. It was reasonable to assume that this was just one more obstacle that he would push through. And, despite how ill he appeared at that press conference, it was easy to believe that the opening of the house would include him.

 He was always optimistic and a tough debater and there are many in the House of Commons who have felt the sting of his educated and biting wit. Jean Chretian referred to this today as him bearing the scars on his backside of several tough debates with him.

His policies were always slanted to those most in need. His interests included increasing employment and protecting pensions. Public health care and protecting labour were also  keystones of his beliefs. He epitomized the “kitchen table” politician, willing to discuss and help anyone who needed it.

There are probably few words that best describe the country’s loss this morning. Shirley Douglas, daughter of Tommy Douglas, probably provided the best description, in that only death could stop him. Sadly, it has and we are a smaller country today because of it.

I have a surgical date, sort of

I had a follow-up appointment with the surgeon today and got a few more details. I now have a date of sorts: next week or the week after. I realize that this isn’t still pinned down too tightly but it’s better than what I was working with the day before.

The doctor commented on Clara’s point that Dr. Poole, who is on vacation until next week, said that he would probably want to do it. “Of course, she said. This is rare. Since you don’t commonly get to do one of these, it’ll be fun.”

“Fun?” I asked.

“Oh, yes,” she said, “unless something goes wrong.”

Hopefully, nothing goes wrong. And, quite frankly, I always thought the “fun” in surgery was directly proportional to how vertical you were during the procedure…

Reasonable warranty service

Having had unhappy dealings with the new netbook I bought in February, I finally opted for just starting over and buying another computer. It was an Acer and it took from February until June to convince them that it should probably get fixed because, when using the computer with it plugged in, you’d get a shock whenever you touched the bottom. However, sending it back would have cost $140 plus about another $40 in packing materials and, tax included, the computer only cost $250. I waffled for a while and then Clara convinced me to just send it on, parcel post. It came back last week with a new motherboard and you can use it without getting curly hair now.

I ordered a new Dell laptop and have been quite happy with it. However, two of the keys on the keyboard started to stick and one, the letter “M,” became almost unusable. (Note my continued use of this letter in this blog post). Therefore, on Friday, I called Dell technical support. The guy on the other end of the line was cheerful, and started off with an apology that the keyboard was defective. The only such thing I got from Acer was, “Sorry, you have to pay to have it shipped.” I explained the problem and he put me on hold for a few minutes. Seems he was trying to find a technician to install the new keyboard and had some trouble. I told him that, since I teach that sort of thing, I had no problems with installing it myself and… wait for it… he thanked me for making his job easier. Then, since it was Friday morning, he apologized that, sadly, there was no possible way to get it to Whitehorse before… here it comes… Monday. It arrived about 10 this morning. I just have to repack the old one for returning, which Dell, by the way, pays for.

I’m now happily using the letter “M” as needed. I gave Clara the netbook and she finds it a bit faster than the older laptop, which is missing the letter “K” key from a run-in with out granddaughter. Katrina now has that one. It’s the circle of life, computer style…