Following a summer of in-patient hospitalization for chemotherapy to keep my AML controlled, a stem cell donor had been identified and I was scheduled for transplant around the first of November. However, I landed back in the hospital a couple of weeks ago—the hospital stay from hell—and in the end it was discovered that not only am I dealing with leukemia, but I also have esophageal cancer. The transplant is off the table.
Last winter, we were not comfortable going to Florida due to COVID. This winter, it’s a “no go” due to my condition.
In March, we traveled to the boat yard to prepare Prairie Dog for another hot summer on the hard. We had planned to spend up to two weeks, but we made quicker work of our clean-up. The heat was really getting to us both and Ron’s knee was making it harder moving around the boat. On our arrival home, we began cautiously discussing the idea of selling Prairie Dog and moving to a smaller, more compact boat. And then we discovered we were going to be grandparents. And then I was diagnosed with AML.
Ron’s initial thought was that he would go to Florida this fall once it felt safe to do so (Delta variant) and spend a month or so preparing the boat for sale. That cannot happen, as he needs to care for me. We have listed Prairie Dog with a broker in the Charlotte Harbor area and are selling her as is. Cosmetically she needs some work (paint job!), but her engines are in good shape and she has served us well the winters we’ve lived aboard her. If you know of anyone looking for a good live aboard boat in SW Florida, please pass the news that Prairie Dog is for sale!