Author Archives: Fredrik Bodin

“Weekend Survival Kit.”

Without the marathon hydration IV I got at AGH on Thursday, I’d probably be hospitalized or fondly remembered. So I called Oncology for advice on how to best take care of myself over this weekend. One of the nurses told me to drink at least 4 ounces of water or juice every hour. Four ounces is the size of a small cup of Italian ice. She also suggested trying to eat mashed potatoes, pop sickles, and also ice cream. “If you stand up and feel dizzy or like passing out, go right to the ER,” she warned. I’m following all directions. Tomorrow, Saturday, I’ll not open the gallery, as walking in my weakened state is very difficult.

“My Cure and Reward.”

I went to see Dr. McIntyre at the AGH Oncology Clinic this morning. I weighed in at 148 lbs, dangerously 100 lbs less than the weight of old Big Fred. After some listening and probing, Dr. Mac looked in my mouth and said: “You’ve got thrush! I’ll prescribe some medication, and it should be gone in a week.”
Oral Thrush is a yeast infection afflicting babies, those with weakened immune systems (me), cancer (me), and the elderly (me?). I took 2 pills today and will swallow one for the next nine days. To revive me, the clinic dripped IV hydration fluid into me for 3.5 hours. While in the chair, I ate 2 Italian ices and eight pop sickles. While still coughing, I’m mightily relieved and thankful that your thoughts and prayers allowed me to dodge yet another bullet on my way to recovery. Fred.

“Some Have Meat, and Cannot Eat…”

Today I drank 4 oz each of vanilla protein coconut milk shake and raw coconut water. Nibbled on a nutrition bar and just about choked up the caribou bladder. I have gotten a new appreciation for Common Crow natural supermarket. ANYTHING I can swallow is precious to me. Seeing my doctor tomorrow and will ask for a throat numbing remedy. Hope I don’t dream about food. Last night’s CSI: Cyber was a bust because I fell asleep after a few minutes :(

“Eat Food or Die – A Plea for Help.”

Simple. Often overlooked. And my current challenge. There’s something about the cancer, the chemo, the hormone or radiation therapy, or my 14 daily medications that screwed up my eating. I can quaff water, but when swallowing most liquids and solid food I gag and burp up the clear sticky stuff. You can’t live on water alone. The only substance I can nourish myself with is supermarket brand chicken broth and rice soup. That’s the thin cheap stuff that’s 79¢ for a small can.
I was never a health food nut, but the writing’s on the wall for me (or rather the screen). Coconut milk perhaps? I can’t do spices, dairy, citrus, any more than a sliver of meat, and all bites are bird size and extra chewed.
Before I got sick, Joey C. called me Big Fred at 250 lbs. My lowest weight from cancer was 160 lbs. The height of my recovery registered 184 lbs and my doctors were happy. Now I weigh in at 171 lbs. and nobody’s happy. Please help me with your suggestions. Nothing too crazy please.
Below is the Sugar Cane luncheon I bought for my #1 Angel Donna Ardizoni. I only ate the broth from the seafood noodle soup (R). A great deal for $14. The Sugar Cane is aChinese/Vietnamese restaurant on Main Street in Peabody. Worth a visit.


When the Bell Rings, Whack It!

BellRing5779wmAnd when you see actor Brian Cranston of “Breaking Bad” fame wearing a shirt like this, buy it… at Bananas. There are so many similar things in that TV series that ring true, like cancer and intense physical therapy (altho’ from gunshot wounds). What a fine day to bid farewell the expert radiologists at the Lahey Clinic, and to tell them how much I appreciated their hard work in the continuing effort in saving my life. Now monthly follow-ups.

A Journey of a Thousand Miles…

ThousandMiles5774wmToday is my last day of Radiation Oncology at the Lahey Hospital in Peabody, and I get to ring the ship’s bell at the completion of the program. It was a long daily (12x) trek from Rockport for treatment, made all the more pleasant by my (now) great friend Rocky, who took this photo. I’ll miss talking to the young man after my morning pickup, about our lives, current news, and future fishing/clamming trips. He’ a truly outstanding young man.

New Adventures in Recovery

My doctors investigated the pain in my upper legs, and ordered up my first MRI, a story unto itself. Presently, I’m receiving radiation therapy every day for two weeks at the Lahey Medical in Peablody. Thank you, Easter Bunny, for helping me look forward and lifting my spirits.


Got Cancer?

Got Cancer? If not, you’ll probably get it, or a family member or someone else you know will. Last night, I watched a PBC documentary by Ken Burns about the disease. You gotta watch it! It starts at 9 pm on channel 2 (702 HD) and airs for 2 hours. I learned a lot about my problem, its history, and cures. Tonight is part 2 of 3. Now I feel like I can understand my doctor better and speak intelligently to others with the disease. Definitely worth the watch.

“Out with the Old, and In with the Old!”

OutWithOld5712wmI’ve been busy moving my Middle Street Office into my Main Street Gallery. Surplus furnishings be given away. This includes steel and wood shelving, work tables, chairs, and who knows what else. First come, first serve. I’ll be open after 12 noon this Friday 3/27/15 and Saturday 3/28/15. Best contact: or simply walk in to take away what you want. Bodin Historic Photo, 82 Main Street, Gloucester, MA 01930

Spring Thaw, Rockport, circa 1900


The Cleaves House, where photographer Charles H. Cleaves lived, is in the center of the photo. The view can be seen from the top of what is now called Pasture Road. Our Spring Thaw is just around the corner. I’m going to turn over my vegetable garden this spring if I have to do it on my hands and knees.

99 Years Ago – March, 1916


These shovelers are working on a snow bank along Washington Street in the Riverdale neighborhood of Gloucester. The sun and warmer weather we’ll have next week will make a small dent in our snow cover. I remember snow still on the ground in April after the Blizzard of 1978.

A Half Milestone


Today all systems were go: 33°F, daylight, dry pavement, and a craving to walk some distance without my cane. Janet took the cane at the front door and we walked at a medium pace to my favorite animal sculpture park. After stopping to take a few photos, we walked back home. Total distance: One half mile using no cane or other walking aid.

As the journey started thirteen months ago, I couldn’t roll onto my side in a hospital bed. I graduated to a wheelchair, then a walker, followed by a cane, and now two legs. I’m currently scouting around for a longer full–milestone trail. (Photo by Janet).

Welcome to Historic Gloucester!

Welcome to Beautiful and Historic Downtown Gloucester. Visitors,  you’re often left to dispose of your trash on the sidewalk or street. Nearby residents, you dump your household trash in the barrels or on the sidewalk when they’re full. It’s convenient for you and you save $2 per week.Trash5695wm

Army of Nurses

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