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Sunday, September 18, 2016

Saluting an Edmonton legend - Dr. John Callaghan

It was exactly 60 years ago today, that Doctor John Callaghan, and his team from Edmonton, Alberta performed the first ever successful open-heart surgery in Canada.  The following is an article chronicling that ground breaking event. 

Of note, Dr. Callaghan was one of my late Father Jerry Forbes 'best friends' - and to this day I'm proudly good friends with Debbie Callaghan (Phillips) and husband Rod Phillips the Hall of Fame Edmonton Oiler Broadcaster.



This article is reprinted from the Express News - University of Alberta - from July 12, 2010


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Edmonton--When John Callaghan stepped into an operating room at the University of Alberta Hospital in Edmonton on Sept. 18, 1956, he never intended to make history. His plan was simply to save the life of 10-year-old Suzanne Beattie. However, Callaghan and his team did both by performing the first successful open-heart surgery in Canada.



When the hospital unveiled the J.C. Callaghan Cardiovascular Surgery Intensive Care Unit in September 1996 to honour his pioneering work, the opening marked the 40th anniversary of the procedure, the first in a series of significant milestones from the early days of cardiac surgery.


The operation performed on Beattie would be considered simple by today's standards, but in 1956 it pushed the boundaries of modern surgery.


Using a modified distillery pump called the Lillehei-DeWall heart-lung pump, Callaghan and his team corrected their young patient's atrial septal defect. The pump, which ran on a gravity-feed system, had almost as many parts as a car: nearly 40 tubes of differing diameters and lengths had to be sterilized and connected before an operation could begin. 


Callaghan handed credit for his team's success to the two American surgeons who invented the pump, Walton Lillehei and Richard DeWall.


Following research trips to the University of Minnesota, Callaghan and his team decided to follow Lillehei's exact instructions. "Walt Lillehei had mentioned that almost everybody who came to visit him changed something and it didn't work," Callaghan said in a 1996 interview with the Canadian Medical Association Journal.


"There were a lot of failures because a lot of people thought they were smarter than Walt Lillehei, but I knew fully that I wasn't, and we made sure there were no errors. That was the secret of our success."


Still, use of the Lillehei-DeWall pump could prove challenging.


On more than one occasion oxygenated blood spilled from the pump and coated the operating room floor. During one procedure, the pump itself failed. Callaghan took on the role of mechanic while Les Willox finished the operation.


Years later, a power failure knocked out a more advanced pump in the middle of a procedure. John Fortin, a member of the perfusion team, ran it manually for 80 long minutes, keeping the patient alive by applying brute strength.


Such events made for riveting stories, said Callaghan, but the work itself was relatively simple.


Callaghan, who retired in June 1990, was lured to the University of Alberta by University Hospital's chief of surgery, Walter Mackenzie, who first made overtures during a 1950 conference in Boston, where Callaghan had unveiled some groundbreaking work.


Callaghan, who graduated from the University of Toronto in 1946, had been involved in research on the use of hypothermia in cardiac surgery with Wilfred Bigelow of the Banting Research Foundation. 


Meanwhile, Mackenzie had helped Callaghan land postings, such as a fellowship in cardiac surgery at Guys Hospital in London, England, and at Stanford University Medical Center in the United States.


It wasn't surprising, then, that at the age of 32 Callaghan was able to perform an operation many considered miraculous. Although Suzanne Beattie underwent the first successful open-heart operation performed in Canada, she was actually the fourth patient Callaghan's team operated on. 


Just prior to beginning their work on Beattie the team lost two infants, but team members were confident about Beattie's case.


"We didn't have that 'I-hope-this-works' attitude," Callaghan recalled. "We planned to make it work and we just hoped the surgery part of it was not that difficult. It wasn't."


Experimental work on animals had helped the team learn to use the Lillehei-DeWall heart-lung pump properly and prepared Callaghan for the job ahead. "We knew our system was going to work because with the animals we operated on, we were able to do it."


We learned our skills on animals-they made a great contribution in the early days of heart surgery. None of us wanted to operate on them, but there was no way we could experiment on humans."


Beattie, who grew up to become a nurse in Yellowknife, NWT, was the first in a long line of successes at University of Alberta Hospital. 


The first successful "blue baby" operation performed in Canada was completed in December 1956, while the first Canadian open-heart surgery performed to correct a complex form of the congenital heart defect tetralogy of Fallot was performed early in 1957.


By 1967, the hospital was performing 1,000 open-heart operations annually.


Callaghan said a study of the first 100 patients revealed the program's worst mortality rate, 25 per cent. However, the figure was considered a staggering success at the time; many programs failed because their mortality rates were simply too high. "Ours were always acceptable," Callaghan said. "The team was always ambitious and innovative."


The program also takes credit for the first successful heart valve, or mitral prosthesis, implant, completed in 1962.


Today, the hospital is one of the nation's busiest transplant centres; the Lillehei-DeWall pump has been replaced by heart-lung pumps, and the 10-hour operation Callaghan performed on Beattie takes about four hours. About 10 pediatric and 30 adult open-heart surgeries are now performed each week at the University of Alberta Hospital.


Callaghan's team handled one per week.


Although many open-heart procedures are considered routine today, there is still uncharted territory for pioneering surgeons to explore.


Today, pioneering work is being done in the areas of genetic engineering and microbiology, suggesting the possibility that heart tissue may eventually be provided by a laboratory.


In 1996, at the age of 73, Callaghan said the speed at which work is being done made him dizzy, because even very basic procedures used to take 10 hours. "Today, when you look at what has been done and research that's going on, it makes my work look naïve," he said. "When I got involved, little or nothing had been done-no one had ever taken over the heart's action. I got the easy work . . . any work today to expand the perimeter takes a lot more effort."


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This salute was coordinated by Brian Brown who adds his thoughts on Dr. Callaghan.


Dr. JC Callaghan passed away April, 6th, 2004. This was just before I retired in August, 2005.  He also was awarded the Alberta Order of Excellence. 

In my own career I started in Perfusion in 1972 and JCC was who hired me on staff. We had a great rapport and it was truly the saddest news to hear this. 

Ironically he was born the same year as my Dad. He was an individual that had extremely high standards. Pushed me hard often. A true mentor and on some days a tormentor. It was quite the career and I have no regrets. 

Here it is September, 18th, 2016.  Sixty years since Dr. J C Callaghan performed that 1st successful open heart procedure. He was a pioneer in Edmonton in Alberta and also in all of Canada. 


There was never ever a dull day if you were tasked with working alongside him. 

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The picture is from Bernie Snell Hall at the U of A Hospital. It was the celebration of Dr Callaghan's 30th Anniversary.  (left) Betty Mah Pon a research / health analyst; Brian Brown; Board Certified Perfusionist; the charge nurse in Cardiac Surgery in the OR the late Alma Arndt;  
Dr. Callaghan; To the far right is another nurse from the OR Myrna Najur who emigrated with her family to the USA. 

Finally, Dr. Callalghan's is recognized in the lobby of the Mazinkowski Heart Institute, among others, with a memorial bust of his likeness.





Thursday, July 7, 2016

Thank You Nina Simone "It's a New Day...."

I can honestly say that my life became 'complete' this week when daughter Rayanne (Forbes) Boychuk brought a beautiful Grandchild into this zany world.

I'd like you to meet my Grandson.... LIAM...


Liam Born July 5/2016


We were 'showcased' that this wonderful human being was going to join us this December when we attended the VIP Party at the Edmonton Singing Christmas Tree.  During the post show gathering the Edmonton Eskimos were in attendance and proudly brought the Grey Cup with them.

Without us knowing Rayanne and Brett grabbed Grant Shaw and Calvin McCarty, who were summoned to go 'behind the wall' to take a special picture with their upcoming birth announcement.

PS:  Missed by just one game.



Calvin, Rayanne, Brett and Grant.

Brett and Rayanne held that picture until just before Christmas when both parents were given a card with the wonderful news, and this picture, as their 'gift' to us.

Nothing was more precious (and obviously creative.)

The joy of this weeks wonderful news is not without historical importance.  

For those of you who know the family Rayanne has suffered 'greatly' from Graves Disease and the past several years has been wrought with pain, suffering, hospital runs in an ambulance, six surgeries, countless blood tests, painful eye operations, and more pills than you can imagine.

I simply can't tell you how many days this grown man cried - in the parking lot - in the hallways of the hospitals - at home - in the car - 'wherever and whenever.'

During the worst of it my biggest job, as a Father, was to 'be there' to make sure depression didn't kick in - and I remember saying to Rayanne...

"this isn't YOUR disease...this is OUR disease...and we will all fight this together as a Family."  

And we did...so this week TRULY is of great impact for me (us) as this is the ultimate high of good news and happiness.  

This is not meant for pity purposes in any manner what so ever - but I want you to know how significant this disease is because several things were and are in force.

1.  Rayanne started the Graves Disease Foundation of Edmonton to help others as her 'motivation' to stay strong and positive.  http://gravesdiseaseyeg.com  (Donation links included)

2.  The decision to even have a baby is 'huge' - and I'm sure you can imagine the struggle to decide if this disease 'could' factor in to her child's future.

3.  All the 'care' during the pregnancy was done through a Doctor who specialized with Graves Disease so we were confident throughout the entire pregnancy that she was getting the best care possible.


3 weeks premature - 6 lbs 10 ounces

A few important factors about this disease....we can't track it backwards...and it's hard to track forwards, however Graves Disease is known to 'mostly' affect young women so it is 'highly likely' there is little worry about Liam contracting it as he gets older.

As well with a total focus on diet and health that he will receive from both parents he will be monitored 'closely' for any signs that Graves Disease may be about.

My first email to Rayanne featured this picture.  



And although I can't promise not to 'spoil the hell out of the little guy' I can assure you that Liam is 'extremely' fortunate to be part of a truly amazingly tight family who will love and guide him throughout his life.

He has some strong 'heritage' to follow as we open up the Jerry Forbes Centre for Community Spirit this fall.   jerryforbescentre.ca - and I'm pretty sure that by the time he is able to walk he will be handing out packages at Christmas in honour of his Great Grandfather.  santasanonymous.ca

He has very positive role models in his parents; Grandparents; Aunts; Uncles - and all our Friends.

For me, selfishly and personally?  

As I said to my youngest "there isn't an instrument yet invented to measure my pride and respect for you Rayanne."

From feeding ducks at the lake as a three year old - to how valiantly you fought that awful disease - for the immense respect that people have for you 'as a loving person' - I'm so proud to be the GrandFather of this most amazing 'little person' - and like My Dad said many many years ago...


"now you know the circle of life!"

Jeremy, Kim, Lauren, Rayanne, Me.


BTW: In the 'it's a small world' category, during the birth process,  Rayanne was in the Lois Hospital for Women maternity ward that was 'supported' by John and Jane Homlund - who I worked with on the JFC fund raising campaign.  John and Jane are also my 'neighbours' - and the Forbes/Boychuk Family 'sincerely' thank them for paying it forward with their donation.  























Monday, April 25, 2016

Get to know "My Dad" - the inspiration for the Jerry Forbes Centre for Community Spirit!

One of the tasks I have to help with the launch of the Jerry Forbes Centre is to provide background material so that Dad can be properly represented in this amazing facility.

Going through pictures I hadn't seen for what seems like decades was a ripper at best - but the goldmine was in finding the Eulogy that former 630 CHED Editorialist Eddie Keen delivered at Dad's funeral in September of 1981.

Nobody captured my Father better than Eddie - and I proudly let you read about "my Dad."

The last line alone I will never forget. 

Sept. 28, 1981

Life gives us many opportunities...sometimes we take them, sometimes we fail to see them, and sometime we ignore them.

All of us here are very lucky, we were given an opportunity and we seized it.  

We are lucky because we all have the common bond of having known Jerry Forbes...our emotional loss should be mixed with joy today, because unfortunate are those who did not have the good fortune of knowing Jerry....which of us who knew him can say he did not touch our lives?

Jerry knew the rich and powerful, but he never abused power.

He knew the poor and humble, he recognized their common humanity and dignity.

The janitors at CHED were are important to Jerry as the skilled group of professionals he gathered around him to build a number one radio station.

There is a lot of talk in radio circles about CHED, about the strange imponderable that seems to set it apart from other stations...there is a quality that makes it much more than just another commercial operations.

Well, the mystique that has been CHED was...Jerry Forbes.

In the high pressure world of ratings and budgets and rock music, Jerry brought heart, soul and most of all emotion to work with him.

Jerry was a man's man in a sense...tall, straight, handsome, he had dignity and he loved to philosophize.

Yet, he was unlike many men, and specially men in seats of authority and power...you see Jerry was not ashamed to cry.

At our annual Xmas parties his voice would tremble, he would wipe away the tears and he'd say: 
"do you all know how much I love you?"  and 'oh' what a sense of humour.

He was a practical joker par excellence, nothing that hurt anyone, simply comic departures from routine days.

The flamingoes on Bill Sysaks roof, the popcorn in Larry Sterns convertible...the list of escapades is endless.

But while he was emotional and full of fun, Jerry liked a challenge, was not afraid of a good fight.

I recall a rather difficult week when clients were upset because we had revealed some truth they would rather have had remain secret, and we were hearing from more lawyers than usual.

I went to Jerry's office and he had just hung up on our lawyer in Winnipeg.  

"Damn it Keen, I don't feel like David Sarnoff, I  feel like Perry Mason."  

Then he reached for his pipe and told me to go to it.  

We were either going to be fearless and not intimidated, or he would pack it in.

As I walked back to the newsroom what Jerry had just done suddenly hit me...he was putting his job on the line for the sake of honesty and truth.

(Editors note:  Dad lost two very close friends due to the discovery of several car dealers rolling back their odometers on used vehicles.  He was given the choice to air it or not...and he did as Eddie notes here)

And of course he had his weaknesses...by admitting them, by not hiding them, he showed himself to others as a human being.  

He gathered us around him with our weaknesses and he said...

"we're all in this together and together we can make it."

How lucky we are to have had our lives touched by Jerry.  How lucky are his children for having had him as their Dad.  How proud they must be of his many accomplishments...but more than that, how proud to have had as a Father such a sensitive man...a man who cared, and what more can we ask of any man but caring?

Jerry wrote this a few years ago, it seems prophetic:

I used to love to go to parties
But I don't any more.
I used to like to buy new clothes
Now I don't; Like before
I used to think my life comp;late
If a noted person spoke to me on the street
And at three in the morning
I was still on m feet.
I'm not any more.

Now, I like to fireside spot
And where the gaiety is
I am not.
New clothes?  What's wrong with the ones
I've got.
It's not like before.
In the world of society, include me out.
I couldn't care less what it's all about
In this year's "Who's Who" I place little store.
Not any more.

My both say, "Father you're slowing up."
Well, maybe so.  I'm sure no pup.
but my idle hours are much too few.
To spend on something I don't want to do.
For the gay, gay life, I have no heart.
Am I getting old?
Or getting smart?

There are many visions of Jerry we will carry.  I forever will see one.  

I see Jerry sitting in a big armchair watching the party about him...suddenly he places his pipe in the ashtray, uncurls to his full height, and with scotch in hand, I see him break into a chorus of Bye Bye Blackbird.

Jerry, the music you made, the joy you brought, is all around you now.

You will be with us in many ways, Santas Anonymous is a tribute from those you didn't even know.

The cruelties and unfairness of life that so hurt you can hurt you no more.  

Goodbye dear friend!

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Reference:  www.santasanonymous.ca - *now delivers over 25,000 toys annually

Reference:  jerryforbescentre.ca *Opens this fall.









Thursday, April 21, 2016

All you need is Love...and Facebook

I'm feeling a tad pensive with this writing.

I've lost 'several' good friends over the past few months - some of natural causes - some tragically.

With each passing I feel a deep pain down low in my gut - often disarmed in how I contact my friends family trying to express my most inner thoughts on their loss.

And with each passing I 'count my blessings' that I've had an absolutely wonderful life and I'm so damn happy that I have a bunch of really 'great' people in my life that I call friends.

Although I don't talk often with many of my friends the joy of watching their updates on Facebook is truly 'immense' in my world.

Nothing brings me more happiness than seeing their accomplishments - watching their children (or grandchildren) growing up - knowing at one time in my career I was able to help them get to this point in their lives - or enjoying seeing some of the fun and silly things that they post that are a reflection of their individual sense of humour.

Plus watching the social media support group kick in - from time to time - when you (or I) need help can often be overpowering.

So...thank you.

Although there is a great deal of stupidity on social media at times when you need a 'friend' it doesn't take long for somebody to kick in and help somebody else....which is a big reason why I'm on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram personally - to make sure I know what MY friends are doing and if they ever need MY assistance.

So - if you're reading this you're likely a 'friend' on Facebook or you follow me on Twitter or Instagram - and I just wanted to say a simple THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart for enriching my life.


               And if any of you need a definition of what a friend truly is remember this.


A true Friend is somebody who, when you call them from jail asking for bail money, says...
 "how much do you need?"..not "what did you do?


Friday, November 13, 2015

Lisanne Lewis takes us to the top of Mt. Kilimanjaro!

I have huge respect for people who follow their dreams, put it all on the line, and accomplish great things. 

One friend who has just returned from an amazing trip to Kilimanjaro, Lisanne Lewis, is the Director, Business & Community Development for the Shaw Conference Centre.

She is one dynamic human being and shared the intimate details of her dream trip with me for my Edmonton Sun Page 6 column.

Due to the length of the column I felt it best to post the 'full response' to my questions so that you could enjoy the full impact for 'following her dream' to the top of this legendary mountain.




The idea got started…

I turned 50 in July this year and about two years ago started looking around for something big to mark the milestone. I had a chance dinner conversation with Bunny Ferguson at the Harvest Gala Celebration that year where she described how she and John Ferguson trekked Kilimanjaro, the good parts and the challenges – and I thought hey, I think I could do that. 

Much research followed, including the realization that, as a complete non-outdoorsy, non-athlete, I was going to need to train hard and ideally find someone to go with me who was much better at this hiking stuff than I was. 

Carrie Doll, always my muse and inspiration was my original partner in all this but she had just retired from TV to pursue her own business adventures. So during a Sunday river valley walk with my favourite group of wise women I jokingly asked if “anyone wants to climb Kilimanjaro with me” and the lovely Carmelle Boston, VP of Communications at the Alberta Cancer Foundation put up her hand.  

Carmelle and I were new friends, liked and knew each other socially but that was about the extent of our knowledge of each other. 

What followed next was essentially a year of speed dating to get to know each other.



The preparation…

I needed a major physical overhaul to get ready and began training HARD twice a week with a trainer, Luke Logan at Body By Bennett for 18 months leading up to the climb.  

They have a photo of Bunny and John Ferguson’s climbing group posted on the wall in the gym so I thought this was a good sign. Lots of lunges, squats, weights, lifting, high intensity workouts that included a lot of boxing gradually started turning a skinny tall girl into strong tall girl. 

Sunday’s became long hike days carrying a 10lb pack and Carmelle and I would escape when we could (together and alone) to get some altitude climbs in around Banff, Lake Louise and Canmore.

For the last few months I basically hurt all the time from workouts.  

My eating habits also changed, dropping most sugars and glutens and they even lined me up with a nutritionist for coaching and to monitor my body composition. 

Two months before the climb the goal shifted to putting ON weight and building lean muscle – which was way harder than you would think. 

The other part of preparation was gathering gear. As someone who doesn’t normally venture outside I had a lot of gear to buy and borrow. 

It takes a village to get a girl up a mountain and so many very kind friends loaned me everything from hiking poles, to sleeping bags, to headlamps and polar sleeping bags.

Time frame and flight path…

I was away for 19 days, including a couple of days to sleep off the 9 hour difference jet lag. This took place right in the middle of busy, high-event season for us. 

EEDC was very supportive of my time off, Brad Ferguson in particular. 

There was a Ferguson theme throughout my climb it seems. Looove the new LMN direct flight to Amsterdam. They partner with Kenya air and the local hopper flights so I was able to check my kit bag all the way from Edmonton to Kilimanjaro, Tanzania.

When we arrived…

Two 8-hour flights, and a 9-hour time difference leaves you feeling bevy shell shocked when you arrive to a beautiful hot world of colourful sights and sounds. 

I was amazed at how soft and beautiful the Swahili language is and how respectful and helpful the traditional Maaisai locals are of trekking tourists. 

We were part of a tour group, joining three other people  on the climb. Our tour guide Jackson picked us up at the first tented hotel we stayed at in Arusha, then we picked up the other three (all Brits) who had flown in separately, and the five of us embarked on a 2-day safari that also helped us acclimatize.  

We quickly learned that Jackson would be glued to us day and night. He told us when to sleep, when to wake, when to wash, when to eat, what to eat, what to wear, when to walk, when to rest, when to walk again and would monitor us closely for the rest of the trip for any signs of injury or altitude sickness. 

After the safari we left our non-mountain gear at another beautiful hotel, re-packed our kit bags and met our 25-person crew that would get us and all stuff up the mountain. 

We each had our own porter to carry our bag and set up our tent plus we had a chef/ mess tent and the luxury of a private, tented portable “biffy.” Yes, a porter was assigned to carry our “biffy” up the mountain every day – and he made great jokes and songs out of it. God luv him. 

Being looked after by this massive crew quickly got rid of any apprehension; it was their job to get us to the summit in a safe and healthy way and we knew we were in good hands.




The trek…

It was hard, very hard, the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life, physically and mentally. It was 6 days to get up the mountain and one day to get down. You are walking uphill every day for hours, over very rough terrain, climbing 1,000 meters each day, very slowly in order to acclimatize. 

We only had to carry our day packs and water (10-15 lbs) since the porters carried EVERYTHING ELSE ON THEIR HEADS up the mountain, passing us to scamper ahead and make camp and dinner for us. God luv them. 

Once we get to camp every day we drop our bags, snack,  then go on a 1-2 hour higher hike up and back down to acclimatize. “Sleep lower than you climb” is the standard.  At this point your legs and back are beyond sore every day. 

Yes, we were all popping Advil like crazy. No “impressions” from past treks, except for the inukshuks past hikers have left at major milestone areas, which are oddly comforting if you are having a tough day. 

Worst part was summit night: after climbing all day we get to Kibo camp, exhausted, we were all suffering from mild altitude symptoms at this point (nausea, fatigue, headaches), then get taken on yet another mini-acclimatization hike, forced to eat, sleep and woken up at 11 pm to start the summit climb in the pitch dark. 

We climbed by headlamps, in the cold for 6 hours, then summited at sunrise.  The lead guide sang beautiful Swahili songs all night to keep our spirits up. I was shocked at how much the altitude can affect you: at one point I was taking only 5 steps before stopping to catch my breath, with 50% less oxygen in the air at 5,600 metres your body begins panting trying to get enough air. 

One member of our team began to see phantom animals passing us. I couldn’t stop my nose from bleeding and freezing on my face. 

The guides would put chocolate in our mouths for energy,  pat our cheeks for reaction, adjust our water hoses and headlamps and actually shove us up the next step so that muscle memory would kick in and we would start walking again … for another 5 steps … then repeat entire process.

The summit ….

By 3 am we had split into two groups: three of us, including Carmelle were feeling well enough to try the extra 2 hours to another summit called Uhuru. 

Along with Jody, a tough little nurse from England, I was happy to continue to the original summit goal of Gilman’s point since Jody and I were moving much slower due to altitude effects. 

Carmelle and I had pre-agreed we would split up if needed so we hugged it out and continued towards our separate summits. 

Our guides wouldn’t let us look up while we were climbing that night because we tended to get off balance and fall easily. But on one of our many (many) breaks, just before sunrise, when we were feeling our coldest and our most fatigued, we paused to look up and there was Venus, Mars and Jupiter clustered together right there, looking huge and bright and feeling so close that you could reach out and touch them. 

Then the sun began to rise, we got over that last rock, and poof, we were at the top! 

I finally snapped out of robo-walk mode and whooped it up, hugged Jody and we both had a little cry but had to stop because the tears were freezing to our faces. 

We snapped the obligatory photo and shared a celebratory flask of fireball whisky I had brought with me with our guides.



Aftermath…

We “skied” down 1,000 meters of scree, shredding our pants but feeling better with every metre we descended. After a one-hour nap we descended to Horombo, and the next day walked 6hours out of the park, all in about a 35 km walk off the mountain. 

We flew to Zanzibar and baked on a beach for two days, then began the long flights home.
(FYI you can rent beautiful private shower rooms in the Amsterdam airport, just sayin’) 

I’m sunburnt, my face is still marked up from the ice, I’ve damaged my right ankle, lost a toe nail or two and may actually have malaria. It was all worth it.  

The fulfilling part of this journey turned out to be in the months leading up to the actual climb: the commitment to the physical preparation, the research, learning to hike, finding the right gear, the generous support of friends and colleagues, and the partnership and now close friendship with Carmelle. 

We are planning a “Kili Didn’t Kill Us” event for November.

The adventure has changed how I feel about moving through the world. 

We were told repeatedly by well-meaning folks that two “girls” should be scared about going to Africa to do something so physical but instead we listened to our strong community of dauntless friends, family and workmates who said we could do it.

They were right.



Favourite stories….

- The uniting power of football. Turns out our entire crew of porters and guides are huge football fans, Team Arsenal specifically. So was one of the Brits travelling with us, a nice fellow named Terry who looked like a Navy Marine but was actually a Barclays banker. He would put on his parka and gather around the radio on game night, with the porters translating the Swahili play-by-play for him for their beloved Arsenals, who are currently no. 2 in the standings. I know this now because we all became oddly focused on the team’s success.

- Tanzania’s national elections took place the Sunday of our climb. The porters had a large flagpole placed at the centre of camp every night for the favorite political party’s flag. We learned a lot about the election process, the hopes and fears of the locals, celebrated with them when the results came in and grieved with them when the long-time sitting current party refused to acknowledge the results that would have ousted them. There was a strong army presence in Zanzibar because of the demonstrations so tourists were discouraged from going into town.  

Our federal election took place that same week and no matter what you think about the outcome, we had new-found  appreciation for Canada’s transparent, democratic and peaceful election process.




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Lisanne thanks for sharing your trip with my readers - and we are all glad that you and Carmelle are safely home - but more so that you followed through on a once in a lifetime pledge that took courage, physically demanding work, and dedication to 'reaching the top' of this legendary mountain.

So...simple question to end this...

                                          
                                                 Whats next?  You go girl(s)!