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The World is Burning

This is such a weird post to write. I wasn’t going to write about any of this, but then things changed and shit got kinda real and sometimes this blog is therapeutic so…here goes.

In case you don’t live in the NW, the West Coast is on Fire. California is seemingly always on fire July-September. But in the last 5 or so years, it feels like Oregon is also on fire. There have been some really significant fires here in Oregon. The most notable was the Eagle Creek Fire in 2017.

It’s crazy (I wrote about it here) but Michael and I were out in the Gorge for a day hike without the kiddo when the Eagle Creek Fire happened. We had just missed it. If I remember correctly, we were on the Washington side of The Gorge. That fire devastated Oregon in so many ways. We are still feeling the effects 3 years later and there are many, many hiking trails in the Gorge that are still closed due to that fire.

Anyways, 2020 is just the gift that keeps on giving, man.

Monday (Labor Day) there were reports of “Historic Wind Storms” in Portland and as the winds started picking up in the late evening, I moved stuff inside the garage from the yard. Michael took the canopy down from the deck. I put away anything outside that could blow away. The whole night was the sounds of horrific winds. Our bedroom is upstairs and it sounded like the roof was going to fly off.

There was so much debris outside the next day. Branches, leaves, nothing super significant, thankfully. Lots of power outages all over Portland. The winds were strong all day and the sound of sirens and fire trucks was all I heard ALL DAY while I worked at home Tuesday.

So….Tuesday morning, very very early, I woke up after not sleeping much (because I was taking care of Stevie post-surgery all night and listening to the storm) and saw that my aunt and uncle had evacuated early in the morning due to fires. It was a shocking thing to see and then I saw some news articles and pictures and my breathe caught in my chest. It was absolutely horrifying. Like hellscape, the world is on fire, horrifying.

I spent the morning scouring Facebook updates from family and friends who were giving updates and relaying news. For hours the update was that everything was gone.

These are pictures of the area where my aunt and uncle live that I saw on the news. The picture below of that road? I’ve driven that road a million times.

I broke down when I saw those photos and read the updates about what was burned down–and potentially gone. Late in the afternoon we got news my aunt’s house and barn was ok. The rest of the area was burned. They aren’t out of the woods yet. It’s all so devastating. I just think about what people have lost, the farm animals they lost, the years it will take to recover.

(Picture from the news crew down in Stayton, OR–at NOON!!!!! No filter)

Tuesday night we started getting updates about the fires moving north. Closer to us. Our county was now in Level 1 for evacuation. Level 3 is GO NOW.

I packed bags just in case. I was 85% sure we were fine. But just in case……..I packed a backpack full of documents we’d need. Then a suitcase of photo albums. I got the cat carriers ready and if we got into Level 2 I was going to pack a bag of clothes, meds and last minute stuff just in case.

(Picture from Twitter)

It’s so weird to live your life and then think, “What is absolutely something I need to pack in case I lose EVERYTHING?”

Things I realized too late: too much “essential” stuff was scattered around the house (so not easy to grab in minutes), my car was almost empty of gas, so not ideal in an emergency. I found this on facebook and it’s good info:

Thankfully we were ok Tuesday night. I slept pretty well, despite everything. No updates. When I was taking Logan to school Wednesday morning, the sky was black and gray with thick smoke. I filled up my car with gas. I got more stuff in order.

These pictures were Wednesdays afternoon from my front porch:

I was getting messages from people who were evacuating, updates from family members who said that they were not out of the woods yet and round 2 of the fires was starting. I heard of friends that lost everything. Texts from coworkers checking in. Alerts from news. It was craziness.

And then I looked at our skies and the thick smoke and the maps of how close the fires were to us and it was pretty scary. The next few days are going to be very stressful and heartbreaking for a lot of people. It’s hard to even imagine and words just don’t do it justice. And let me just say this, climate change is real. If you’ve never lived through horrific wildfires, hurricanes, etc, I guess maybe it’s easy to doubt that. But…the crisis is here.

Stevie Update

I wanted to give an update on Stevie. You can read the original post about his ordeal. Since then, he’s had an infection, been back to the emergency vet a few times and was partially reblocked. It’s been very emotional and stressful and I never got too comfortable, because I knew we were going to have to make a choice.

Over Labor Day weekend, Stevie got sick again. Sunday morning I woke up to a lot of blood. I took him in and he thankfully wasn’t blocked again (it had been about a week since he was partially blocked the last time) but he had an infection again from the crystals and the vet said he was going to be blocked again. He also said Stevie was the most severe case of this issue he’d ever seen.

I felt so discouraged. I had hoped he was getting better, but, he wasn’t. The stuff we’d been doing was just a bandaid. So now it was either euthanasia or the corrective surgery to fix the issues.

If you don’t know much about this issue, and if you have male cats–READ THIS. Basically, it’s one of the most common issues in male cats, and deadly if not caught in time.

I decided to do the surgery. The emergency vets in Tualatin are awesome. They have been great this whole time and I never felt like they were trying to up-sell me or charge me for things. They were very understanding about how expensive this stuff is and how to cut some costs if they weren’t necessary. The vet called around because it’s a specialist that has to do the surgery and found one he likes that was available.

Stevie had surgery Sunday evening and then stayed in the hospital overnight to recover. Everyone that’s met Stevie loves him. <3 All the vets say “Oh my god your cat is so sweet, I love him.”

Stevie came home Monday mid-morning. He’s in a cone for two weeks. We have to make sure he heals properly and doesn’t run or jump, basically take it easy.

He’s doing well so far. He’s getting more energy, though, and doesn’t want to be cooped up in the bathroom by himself anymore.

I set up Logan’s baby monitor in the bathroom so I can check on him. πŸ™‚

I’m glad we did the surgery and I am hopeful. I am hopeful, too, that we can soon relax.