Monthly Archives: August 2012

Hurry Up And Wait…


It feels like everything in my life is on hold, waiting for something else to happen first – a check’s arrival, some test results, cooler weather – all of which are Beyond My Control. It’s more than a little frustrating.

Adoption is back on the back burner while I concentrate on my health; I’m just a year past my last major manic episode, but depression is still an issue.  Fibromyalgia stole my energy again this summer so my inability to climb the stairs without huffing and puffing is an issue.  The state of the apartment – directly related to my lack of energy – is awful.

So I’m trying not to be discouraged while I wait for things to change.  Some days that works better than others – today is one of the “others”.  Hopefully tomorrow will be one of the “betters”.

Maybe tomorrow I’ll have something interesting to talk about.

Please God, let it be the good kind of interesting!

Edit:  this just in from the Department of Careful What You Wish For… I have a compression fracture at T10 – I guess the old fracture at C4-C5 got lonely.  Wheee – I get to have a Bone Density Scan now!  In other news, my thyroid is still chugging along *just* at the lower end of normal – Hurray for no added pills!



On quack cancer cures, and “alternative medicine” as religion – Boing Boing


On quack cancer cures, and “alternative medicine” as religion – Boing Boing.

I think the worst thing EVER when I was dealing with cancer treatments was when a friend of a friend said “ask her why she CHOSE cancer”.  The implication was that once I figured that out and learned the lesson from it, cancer would magically go away. Yeah, right…

What made the cancer go away – the first time AND after the relapse 5 years later – was modern science-based medicine.  My attitude was important, my belief that I would get well was important, but on its own was not enough.  I needed – and was lucky to have – the best possible care.  The chief of surgery at Mather AFB did my surgery; my oncologist was one of the best in the Central Valley, as was my radiation oncologist; during my relapse I was treated by one of the best hematologist/oncologists at Sutter Cancer Center, who is now teaching new oncologists at Johns Hopkins; and the chemotherapy unit was staffed by incredibly skilled and gifted nurses and nurse practitioners.  All of these people were willing to discuss alternative and herbal medicine with me, and to work with me in incorporating some of those practices into my treatment plan – as supplemental therapy, not as a replacement.

I’m still here 20 years after first diagnosis.  I’m pretty sure that’s due to the medical treatments I received.  Thank God I CHOSE to have them, instead of listening to those who thought better self-awareness and coffee enemas were all I needed to be healed.

Once Upon A Time


In the long-ago that was the internet in 2006 there was a brave young blogger named Molly whose blog was named “Molly Saves the Day.”  One day, after South Dakota made abortion illegal, Molly did some research and posted a quick guide to performing abortions.  She did it not because she wanted to urge people to run out and begin an abortion frenzy – but because she believed the knowledge is valuable, and should be available to all.

That blog no longer exists, and I have found that guide reposted in only one place :  I am linking it here because I agree with Molly that the knowledge is valuable – more so now that the War on Women has become so blatant.  I fear that, depending on who wins in November, this information will be illegal within a few years, and that very few medical practitioners will be taught to perform this procedure – and within a decade or two there will be no-one left who knows how to do it.  Maybe I’m being somewhat paranoid… maybe not.  Maybe I’ve just read “The Handmaid’s Tale” one too many times…

I saved Molly’s post as a PDF file, have had it sitting on my secondary hard drive for 6 years, due to that nagging little voice in the back of my head whispering “of course it’s not necessary… but what if…”

So now it’s up to you, to decide whether to save a copy for yourself, in case the no-longer-so-unthinkable occurs.  I’ll be hanging onto my file for a good long while, and pray I never need to pass it on to someone who needs it.  I’ll keep praying that my nieces will never know what it’s like to live in a world where their uterus is not their own.