Travel, family, work and no evidence of cancer

Monkeys outside our apartment complex in Bangalore. To see the baby clinging to the mom on the top right use “+” on the computer or spread your fingers on your phone.

I have been reflecting some on the subjectivity of being from someplace. We are from the address or city or country where we are born, or from around the corner or from the other room, or any place or time in between, depending on context. I am in a writing group that is based in Ithaca (one of the places I am from). Thanks to the pandemic we got used to meeting via zoom, so I can continue to be part of it from India. Here is what I wrote yesterday in the writing group, on the theme “Where I am from:”

I know people, many people, who live where they come from. Or if not just there, nearby. They have seen change. Businesses close, new buildings rise, families reconfigure as members leave and join, and are born or die. They themselves also change, first delimited by their parents and then venturing wider. Their range expands, without departure, gradually focusing on new parts of the map, but not on new maps. 

I think of myself as that way. I am a gardener not a truck driver. I mostly have only old friends. I thrive on routine and familiarity. I walked each of my children to school and back daily for years. The place I am becomes more interesting and more vibrant the longer I am there. I am not so curious about other cultures. At least, am not more curious about another place than I am about the place I am.

Yet I have been leaving and leaving and leaving, always. I am used to the din of unknown languages. I stumble over the question “Where are you from?” 
“Since when? I reply, casting for simple answer that might hold for that moment.
I memorize new phone numbers. I assemble a nest of familiar or loved objects and call them home. I look in the mirror for continuity. 

Since I wrote in this blog last, in April, a lot has happened. I’ll report now on some of it, with some musical interludes.

I spent a couple of more months working in Israel. Andy joined me for about half the time. We both enjoyed the work we were doing there and being in Israel.

The huge Buganvilla next to our apartment building in Jerusalem
One of the many beautiful feral cats in Jerusalem
Yummy lunch every workday with the research group. Clockwise from the left: Michal, George, Tamar, Eric, Saskya, Moshe, Asaf, Ian.

One very nice chapter in our visit to Israel was when Naoli and her partner Johnny came to stay for a few days with us in Jerusalem. Naoli and I lived in a shared house for several years long ago and she is a good friend who I don’t get to see very often at all. She lives in Brazil. She and Johnny were at the start of Naoli’s amazing European birth, sexuality, and midwifery workshop tour.

Naoli singing, accompanied by Johnny on the ukulele. Setting: Our living room in Jerusalem. Click on the arrow for the video.

In June we went for a short visit to the US for the wedding of our nephew Josh, and Zana. I spent some time beforehand in Baltimore with Prachi and Mieke and James which was great. Andy spend some time with family in DC after the wedding, with a mild case of Covid, which wasn’t so great but bound to happen eventually.

Mieke, Prachi and James on their porch in Baltimore
Zana and Josh about to get married in Cincinnati
Hiking outside Baltimore with Prachi

Then I spent a couple of weeks back in Bangalore working. While there I also had a one-year-after-the-end-of-chemo-and-thyroid-surgery PET-CT scan and a thyroid ultra sound. They showed no evidence of Lymphoma, and the suspicious nodules in my remaining half thyroid are still small. Yahoo!! I still need a colonoscopy soon to make sure no Lymphoma has come back in my colon, and continued monitoring of the half thyroid and lymph nodes.

My office in Bangalore with some furniture in it, finally
The bed at the hospital in Bangalore where I waited for the radioactive sugar to spread through my body before the PET-CT scan
The sobering sign outside the ultrasound room at the Indian Institute of Science. One line says “FEMALE FOETICIDE IS CRUEL & BARBARIC.”

While I was in Bangalore in July Andy and Mieke and Prachi were in Åland, Finland. I went there too for the last two weeks of July, along with my parents, James, nephew Coby, the Shwabs, and many friends who live there and who came to visit. It was beautiful and fun. It was great to be there after the long covid travel restrictions.

While in Åland Mieke and Prachi and Andy sang a beautiful lullaby. Click on this link to hear it. Setting: The yard of the Nåtö Biologiska Station
(from left to right) Prachi, Lydia, Mieke and Francine playing a Scandinavian folk song. These two pairs of sisters have grown up in each others lives. Click on the arrow to play the video. Have your sound on. Setting: Päivi and Sten’s yard. Video Credit: Whitney van Nouhuys
The boys boat following the girls boat, sailing from home to Rödhamn in Åland. Photo credit: Andy Ruina
Pulling the sailboat out of the water for the season at the old wood boat harbor south of Mariehamn in Åland. Left to right: Samual, Andy, Arend, Saskya. Photo credit: Prachi Ruina
We celebrated Prachi’s adoption day this year by playing pool in Mariehamn, Åland. Left to right: Andy, Saskya Prachi, Mårten, James, Mieke, Coby. Photo credit: Dirk van Nouhuys

Now I am back in Bangalore. The semester has started. I am teaching ecology. It is practically the same course as I was teaching at this time last year at Cornell. Now I have a lot more hair on my head though. While it still feels pretty strange to be living here, things are relatively settled down.

A butterfly reared in my lab in Bangalore
Me with a new graduate student, Sonali, in my lab in Bangalore
A clay Ganesh figure from the Ganesh figure market in Bangalore

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15 Comments

  1. Saska- great to hear that you are doing so well! You’ve sure put on miles! Hope to see you one of these days! Joyce

    1. Thanks. I think we should both both write and do insects. Note that since you looked at the blog I mades some clarifications and added a video of some more music.

  2. It was wonderful to learn the tests show no residual evidence of cancer. Your photos brought back the memories of our week with you and Andy and family! (and the lullaby was beautifully sung) We are looking forward to welcoming Mieke, James and eventually Prachi to Boston. Your writing is moving and your description of the way you cope with the changes of “where you are from” reflects your resilience. I am glad we were able to visit when you were “in residence” in Mariehamn. Leah

    1. Thanks Leah. It was very nice to have you and Jim there with us!
      Since you mention the lullaby, you might want to also watch the video of related piece of music played by the girls that I added in to the post later.

  3. Yahoo, Saskya! Thanks for sharing all the good news, thoughts, beautiful pictures, and music! Hope that things will continue to develop in a good direction!

  4. Oh how sweet to hear from you! Of course I will always think of you as being from here! Love to you both and Prachi too!!

  5. Thanks so much for your post, Saskya! I am relieved that you’re doing so well.
    Your photos are terrific! I loved seeing the ones of Prachi, whom I had in my nature lessons at Belle Sherman several eons ago.

    1. Thanks for the note Betsy. I am relieved to be healthy too.
      I really appreciate those nature lessons that you did at Belle Sherman. They fill such an important gap in most childrens education and experience.

  6. Such great news! Have been thinking of you and hoping for such. Thanks for your sharing your musings on place. Also great to see the happy pics of you with your lovely family.

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