Showing posts with label health. Show all posts
Showing posts with label health. Show all posts

23 November 2010

Gratitude

The web is all about thankfulness and gratitude this week.

And so it should be. I was hoping to add my own voice to the chorus, because truly I am grateful for all that I have -- a wonderful family, good friends, and the life I've always dreamed of. I have so much to be grateful for.

And I try to practice gratitude many times per day, so that Thanksgiving become the crescendo to a year long melody.

But this year, I have embarked on the Iodine protocol. Having read that women who take thyroid medication are far more likely to develop breast cancer than the average, I started to investigate.

Then my friend Linda mentioned that she was on the iodine protocol for her thyroid.

And then my friend Sue mentioned that she was on the iodine protocol.

The more I investigated, the better idea it sounded. I brought it up with my doctor, and he agreed that I am an excellent candidate. For one thing, thyroid problems are the first signal that one isn't receiving enough iodine in one's diet.

For another, I have a HUGE goiter. It's hidden somewhat by the structure of my face, but it's really obvious on examination.

So...I've been on iodine therapy for a couple of weeks. That's a good thing in the long run, but iodine pushes bromine out of out body -- also a good thing in the long run. But pushing toxins out does mean that they're active in our systems for a bit until we can get rid of them.

I don't feel very inspired. I have a lot of symptoms of bromine toxicity that are bearable, but they have my head in a fog.

So...I have much to be grateful for. I am grateful. Maybe I can tell you why tomorrow. ;)

15 November 2010

Yes, you can cure periodontal disease

About 4 years ago, I was diagnosed with periodontal disease.

Well, actually, I was abruptly dismissed from the chair and summarily dismissed from practice of the dentist I had been seeing for ten years. It was pretty clear that in this dentist's mind, periodintal disease is more sin than affliction.

Mind you, my dental care hadn't changed significantly over the ten years, though my health had definitely been deteriorating.

The dentist sent me to her associate, who informed me that periodontal disease is incurable and that in order to save my teeth, I was going to have to commit to a mind-bendingly involved dental program that included, among other things, a visit for cleaning every six weeks for the foreseeable future.

I have never been fond of the concept of "can't" and I certainly was not willing to commit to working with someone who declares something 'incurable" at the outset and has in mind a very expensive and time consuming method to keep at bay. I also had the distinct impression that he shared my former dentists views of the moral standing of anyone with periodontal disease. Ick.

I went looking and found a dental practice near my office that was also able to treat periodontal disease. One that didn't see periodontal disease as a terrible horrible sin. Rather than every six weeks, they wanted to see me for a deep cleaning every three months. It still sounded pretty dreadful, but still ... it was better than every six weeks. They agreed with the first periodontist that periodontal can't be *cured*, but they were encouraging about my ability to put it into a sort of remission where the deterioration would slow dramatically and where deep cleanings would be every six months.

I figured that was a good start.

But it wasn't enough. I wanted my healthy mouth back. So it was time to do some research.

Over the next few years, I turned up a lot of web pages that confirmed that periodontal disease was a one-way ticket to dentures. But in amongst those, I found a few pages that suggested otherwise.

Among the things I learned was that periodontal disease is a multi-level problem of inflammation, bone weakening in the jaw, and opportunistic bacterial infection of the gums. Treating one factor can reduce the deterioration, but unless all three are addressed, any improvement will be incremental and temporary.

The first step I took was to address the beginnings of bone loss. I am pretty sure that a mix of nutrients including a lot of minerals is the best way to make sure that we have whatever we need to rebuild bone. I started using bone stock every day as the basis of soups, stews, or just for braising. Next, I added horsetail tea. I drink it hot with alfalfa, nettle, and any other nourishing teas I feel like adding, or I make the tea and then when it's cool, I strain it over ice.

The next step was to rein in the inflammation. The first step was get my blood sugar down since high blood sugar and a lot of free insulin are very damaging and inflammatory. Next I started soaking grains, even rice, for 24 hours or more in warm water with a bit of lemon juice. This technique helps to reduce the phytic acids in the grains, which can reduce their inflammatory effect.

Even these steps saw me making great improvements. My gums were recovering and only in a couple of very hard to reach spots was I showing any sign of my gums continuing to recede. It was after a year of this that my periodontist told me that I was "his first graduate". I was allowed to stop getting deep cleanings every three months and just get a regular cleaning every six months from the dental hygienist.

Next I discovered that grains were causing me a lot more trouble with inflammation than I had realized. I have a strong sensitivity to just about all grains, and the symptoms I get from them scream 'inflammation'. I stopped eating grains entirely to make the pain stop--but this also had the effect of reducing my overall inflammation levels and improved my dental health even more.

However I continued to have problems with one of the spots in my mouth that is very hard to reach. That brings us to bacterial infection -- and a method of getting to the areas that are very hard to clean.

I came across the idea of pre-rinsing with a capful of hydrogen peroxide and a cap of water with a few drops of tea tree oil. See, it turns out that tea tree does tend to reduce gum infection, but it's not very good at reducing cavities. Peroxide is good at reducing cavities, but isn't so good at preventing or reducing gum infection. In combination, they're a powerhouse! I add a drop or two of tea tree oil to keep any other opportunistic bacteria and yeasts under control. I swish this all through my mouth, but especially in the areas that have continued to be inflamed. Then, once a week, I brush with the peroxide and tea tree combination and a little baking soda on the brush. That reduces the gum inflammation further and makes my teeth look less like I drink as much coffee and tea as a I do.

I came from a dental appointment this evening. The news was very good. To explain, normal measurements of gum pockets are between 2 and 3mm. 4 is a transition size--good or bad depending on what it was last time. 5-12 are bad to worse, and at 11 or 12 you're not far from losing the tooth. When I was diagnosed, my "good" numbers were four and five. Today, I was almost entirely 2 and 3. I have one pocket at 5 -- the tough one. But that was a 9 last time. I had absolutely no gum bleeding, and the plaque buildup was minimal.

There was much marveling amongst the staff who knew me. If these trends continue, I'll be able to go to a once per year cleaning. They will probably never declare me "cured", because periodontal disease isn't curable, but I'd say this is working.

14 November 2010

Mystery solved

All week, I have been mystified.

I have aching as though I'd been poisoned by wheat or corn, but I couldn't figure out why -- we'd had only home cooked food all week. Come to find out, I did it to myself.

I made ground nut stew on Sunday, and as usual I used Planters peanuts on top. As always, I made enough to last all week and I've been eating every day for lunch. Who knew that Planters peanuts have corn starch,corn syrup,and MSG on them? I didn't, I thought they were just nuts. I even read the ingredient list at the store -- unfortunately I read them in my old glasses. I saw "Contains peanuts" in bold and thought I was safe. Turns out that was the allergy notice. :( In my new glasses, the ingredient list is clear.


Best we roast our own peanuts and almonds from now on, I think. Needless to say, the last of the ground nut stew belongs to Rod and Jack.

Corn is a major pain in the butt. It's hiding everywhere. Rod has a much more severe reaction to wheat than I have to corn, but he has managed to go most of a year and a half without being inadvertently glutened.

People are starting to understand about celiac and most things are pretty clearly labeled these days - at least clearly enough for Rod's level of sensitivity. I know some people are sensitive to a whole lot less than it takes to make Rod sick. But corn has so many secret hiding places that I get "poisoned" about once every couple of weeks.

I'm frustrated and sick of hurting.
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03 November 2010

Why your thyroid treatment may not be working like it should

As long as I can remember, my mother has been sure that I had a thyroid problem. She commented that she was so worried before I was born, because I never moved. But not, she said, as worried as she would have been had she had one of hr other children first. I never moved.

She also pointed to my goiter, to my insanely low energy levels, and my tendency to gain weight very easily.

She tried several times to get me treated, but in each case the test came back "normal". One time, though, they put me on thyroid hormone until the test came back -- I felt so much better! I was able to keep up with the other children, finally! I felt NORMAL! Sadly, the tests came back "normal" and they wouldn't let me continue to take the medication. I cried and cried...but I also KNEW that it had helped. There was indeed something wrong with my thyroid.

I was forty years old before I managed to find a doctor who would treat me again, and when she moved to Virginia, it was a never ending struggle to stay on the meds that were making my life better. Every new doctor would test and then try to reduce or eliminate the thyroid hormone. Time after time, I would get a note that the doctor had called in a reduced dose to the pharmacy and I should pick it up immediately because I was "over-medicated".

The truth was, that even on an enormous dose of synthroid, I was still feeling under medicated. I had low energy levels, my hair was dry, dry, dry and falling out, my eyes were dry and sore, I need a lot more sleep than most people -- 10-12 hours per day!, my skin was dry and sore, I had serious memory problems and I couldn't think clearly, and all this was made much worse when they reduced my dosage.

I heard about dessicated thyroid and wondered whether it might help the remaining symptoms. I managed to find a doctor who would put me on that, and while she wasn't willing to replace the synthetic, she was willing to cut the dose of the synthetic and make it up with dessicated thyroid. I still didn't understand why it worked so much better for me -- but it did. When the doctor later said "we don't believe in that (dessicated thyroid) and we're going to take you off it." I knew I needed to find another doctor.

That's when I met Dr Sickels. (Yeah, my blog seems to be becoming one long ad for his services, but it's amazing to work with someone so knowledgeable whose goal is the same as mine - lets not treat the symptoms, let's solve the underlying problem.)

Anyway, he tested my thyroid levels -- all of them, including rT3, and gave me back my dessicated thyroid. After a year, we talked about the results. I feel much better -- but I am still having some symptoms, so he removed the synthetic and has me titrating the dose of dessicated thyroid for optimal results.

After years of rising doses of thyroid hormone doses and reducing effectiveness, he has finally explained to me why that is.

As best I can remember his explanation, it seems that there are several hormones produced by the body. The thyroid gland makes mostly T4, which it can convert into the others (T2 and T3). In some cases, in converting T4 to T3, the wrong molecule is lopped off, creating "reverse T3". That's biologically inactive, but it takes up a T3 receptor, leading to "reduced thyroid function". This has a survival value in times of famine and excessive stress, but sometimes it gets stuck and then it's not so great. (Gosh, yet another way in which I am well-designed to survive a famine! Nice to know. Interestingly, it often appears alongside diabetes.)

The doctor didn't use the name, but my research later calls it Wilson's Syndrome.

The standard medication is T4, because the common medical wisdom is that the body only needs T4 which it can convert as needed to the other, biologically active forms. In most cases, that's true. But in the case of Wilson's syndrome, T4 is converted into the rT3 form, which then blocks the sites needed by T3, causing decent (or even excessive) levels in the blood, but with symptoms of deficiency.

The good news is that Wilson's syndrome can often be cured, which is not true of standard hypothyroid. We started me on Iodine therapy along with the titrated dose of dessicated thyroid to see if we can't wean me off my thyroid hormone replacement entirely and get my body functioning correctly on its own.

So, if you have been on ever increasing doses of synthroid with ever decreasing results, this might be something to look at. Ask your holistic doctor to check your reverse T3 levels. You might want to research Wilson's syndrome, but may be best not to bring it up that way with your doctor. Research is ongoing, but there is (of course) debate in the mainstream medical community about whether Wilson's syndrome exists. No need to open a can of worms.

30 October 2010

A trip to the zoo, officially off insulin, and more!

We had an insanely busy day yesterday, but it was fun!
We started at 6am, so that we could be ready to hit the road by 8. (Jack is still marveling at that. He generally thinks 9am is early.)

After breakfast we headed out to the other side of town, where I had a doctor appointment. That's less than a mile from the farm coop pickup point and the beginning of Rod and Jack's usual Friday circuit. So, while I was at the doctor's office, they ran out and picked up some of the groceries we needed. We didn't want to do a full shop, because that takes hours--and we had BIG plans! ;)

I had asked the doctor for a prescription refill for my insulin, but looking over my numbers, he said that he really doesn't think I need to be on insulin, so I am now officiall off insulin! Hurrah! I managed my diabetes for eleven years without medicine or insulin, but about four years ago, my control started to slip even as I did all the usual things to try and control it and I added first medicine and then insulin. It seems that leaving grains behind may have played a role in making unmedicated control possible again. I am starting iodine therapy to see if I can get my goiter reduced and maybe (just maybe) get off synthetic thyroid hormone, too. It would be sooo good to be medicine free after taking meds of one kind or another since I was eight! Finally, we initiated the next step in curing my rosacea. I'll write that up shortly.

After the guys picked me up from the doctor's office, we went to the farm coop and picked up our milk and then headed over to pick up Grandpa John for a trip to the zoo!

Since we got an early start, it was a long, lovely, relaxed trip. We had the time to stop to snack on fruit and nut bars, and later potato chips with soft garlic and herb cheese for a dip. But after a few hours, we were all pretty tired and hungry, so at closing time, John invited us to have dinner with him.

We went for what is probably our last trip to John's favorite restaurant. I don't know whether John realizes that or not. We didn't talk about it. But we had a wonderful last hurrah. Next weekend, we'll visit him again at his new digs.

And then ... just to make the day a real landmark day, Jack asked to sleep in his own bed for the very first time. He stayed there all night, so i think the transition has begun. It made today remarkable relaxing, too, because I was able to stretch out and relax all night.

Holistic Treatment of Acne Rosacea

I started to develop acne rosacea very, very early. It usually hits people as they enter their late forties or early fifties. Mine started when I was in my late 20s.

Because it was so early onset, I was misdiagnosed for several years, trying tretinoin ointment and other drugs for adult acne that actually irritated the rosacea. By the time I turned 40, my face looked like a bright red orange peel with bumps, rough skin, and permanent flushing. I don't have any photos of it, for obvious reasons.
the rosacea was almost entirely gone by last summer
Around then, the ads started hitting the magazines for Metrogel, a new treatment for rosacea. I recognized my condition in those pictures immediately. I went and showed the ad to my doctor who agreed to prescribe this new medicine.

Now that I had a name for this irritating skin condition I started researching it. I also saw photos that made me realize that I had inherited it from my grandfather. (The swollen nose and rough skin were a tip off.)

I also learned that "acne rosacea has no known cause" and that there there is a genetic predisposition in that people in familes tend to be susceptible to it or not. "It also has no known cure, though it an be successfully treated with long term use of antibiotics."

Hmmm. I wasn't keen on long term antibiotics, but I kept a tube of gel around to treat really bad outbreaks and just accepted that my skin was never going to be beautiful again. (Ironically, the people most susceptible to this condition tend to have very bright, clear, pale skin in their youth. Yeah. I once had great skin. Oh well.)

A year or so ago, I started seeing Dr Sickels, a holistic physician.

Rosacea was not particularly on my mind since I knew that it was incurable and aside from vanity there are few dire side effects or outcomes, but when he asked whether there was anything else he could help with, I mentioned it offhand
"well, no. Not unless you know a cure for rosacea".
As it happens, he does. Well, not a definite cure, but in many people, rosacea is linked to asymptomatic h-pylori bacterial infection. He tested me and I was riddled with the stuff, so I agreed to give it a try. For what seemed like months but was probably ten days, I took a witches brew of medications called "the ulcer protocol."

Within a few weeks after I finished, my face started to clear up, leaving only broken capillaries to tell the tale. Success! I started treating the broken capillaries with liquid iodine, and they too started to fade!

Over the course of the year, the flushing has started to return. Nothing alarming yet, but worth mentioning since we know where this leads. Dr Sickels has started me on a regimen to re-acidify my stomach so that my body can handle the h-pylori bugs on its own. I am hoping to stop the flushing in its tracks again, and get the worst of the broken blood vessels reduced. My skin will perhaps never be as smooth and clear as it once was, but if I can stop the damage in its tracks and not have the rough red bumps that's good enough for me.

So...if you have rosacea, and you've been told there is no cure, know that your doctor may be mistaken. For some people, getting asymptomatic h-pylori bacterial infection under control may be all the cure you need.

See a holistic physician for help. If he doesn't know what you're talking about, have him call Dr Sickels. (Or if you can, just see Dr Sickels in the first place.)

Edited to add: I have not had 100% success with the betaine treatment, probably because I use it more sporadicly than I should -- and because I get VERY red if I ingest corn products. However I have found a skin treatment of coconut oil with chamomile, Helichrysum, and lavender essential oils added takes the red down ion a day or two. No more antibiotics! :)

29 August 2010

My thougts on dietary cholesterol

I have been interested in nutrition and food since the 1970s and I have read a lot of studies and done a lot of research. I went through almost 9 years as a vegetarian, based on the very best information I could get -- and I got VERY sick. (Vegetarianism is a fine diet for those whose body's are suited to it -- but not everyone is.)

As to cholesterol...did you know that there is zero scientific indication that consuming cholesterol has any impact on your blood cholesterol levels? Actually, only about 1% of the cholesterol circulating in your blood comes from dietary source, the rest is manufactured in your liver in response to inflammation in your body (infection, disease, etc.). If you eat more than you need, it is broken down, the EFAs used and the rest is 'disposed of'.

Heart disease was pretty rare until the 19th century. It wasn't unknown -- even the Egyptians had some trouble with it -- but it went from being relatively rare to being the leading cause of death as the Industrial age took hold. But people have been eating meat (sometimes in HUGE quantities -- think Eskimos) for 6 million years without a big heart disease problem. Why suddenly in the 19th century did our customary meat consumption become dangerous?

The research I have read suggests that it didn't.

Meat was never the problem. It was a another change in our diets at the beginning of the Industrial Age: far more processed foods - especially hydrogenated fats and refined sugars and grains. Non-infectious disease skyrocketed! In the 1950s, we exacerbated it further by adopting TV and along with it a remarkably sedentary lifestyle -- which has only gotten worse and worse.

Of course, in the years since the 1970s, as we have adopted an agribusiness model, meat *has* become dangerous. Meat from sick animals isn't good for us, and our methods of meat production are focussed on 'more for less' -- bigger, faster, cheaper is the thing that matters. Grains fatten cattle, so we feed them grains, even though they are supposed to feed mostly on grasses. The cattle are kept alive long enough to be slaughtered, but they're so sick they need to have antibiotics as a regular part of their diet. Their own immune systems are no longer up to the job!

If you don't have access to traditionally raised meats and eggs, I think that you probably should limit your consumption of meat and eggs -- but not for the reasons the common wisdom suggests that it's important. Since we do have access to the meat and eggs of healthy animals, I think they are a very healthy element of our diet.

More than you ever wanted to know, I'm sure.
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15 September 2009

Update on homemade laundry and dishwasher soap

We started making out own dishwasher and laundry soap a while back and I wanted to update you on how that went.

Dishwasher soap was a loss. It got the dishes clean, but it left an ugly white film of borax on the dishes. Yuck! Adding citric acid to the rinse was very effective in removing the film…but then the process was prohibitively expensive. We’ve gone back to Trader Joe’s environmentally friendly dishwasher soap, though I may try again if I come across any new ideas for how to make it work better.

The laundry soap worked beautifully…until summer hit. The homemade laundry detergent is good for run of the mill laundry, but it just isn’t up to the heavy-sweating, garden grunged, ‘damp basement with a mold problem’ summer laundry. To be fair, neither is Trader Joe’s environmentally friendly laundry detergent. We’re getting a big bottle of Tide to get the smell and grey out of the clothes, but we’ll go back to homemade once the weather cools off and save the rest of the Tide for next summer. It’s a lot cheaper, and I didn’t notice any difference until we started getting really dirty—which has been an issue every summer of my adulthood. That’s why I keep going back to Tide.

11 September 2009

Guy Cards

As I said, I've been working on guy cards ... here they are!

Everyone says it...but it's true...

They really do look better in person. ;)

04 September 2009

Card Making

Not having the Internet has left me a lot more time for crafting! That’s a good thing because I am sending out about 7 cards a month to honour birthdays this year. (I will probably be cutting way back next year. This has been fun, but it’s a lot of work, and a little disheartening to wonder if any of them have arrived as intended.)

I posted as one of my lasts posts before the Big Change that I wanted to experiment with a tri-shutter card I had found online. I have been working with the template for several weeks, and have made three versions of it. I’m pretty happy with how it’s come out. As you can see, I favour the romantic effect that first got my attention.
I have even started to experiment with the alternative template for a flat front card, and then I want to see what I can do with more modern or more masculine effects. (Guy cards are one of my biggest challenges. Most of my relatives are men and boys, but only rarely do I come up with a guy card I really like.)
Blogging from a Mac with no mouse and a teeny laptop keyboard is taking some getting used to -- but I will keep trying. Never fear -- I am still here and I am getting better at this stuff. I hope soon to have the last part of the curriculum series done and posted. Maybe by Tuesday...

12 July 2008

EMF

I had, of course, heard about the controversial ill effects of electromagnetic frequencies on the human body.
Stories had filled the newspaper when I was young about increased incidence of lukemia near power stations, and the like. But I had also read about how controversial the connection was. And so, of course, I left it to the scientists to sort it out and didn't think much more about it.

Over the last few years, I had begun to suffer arthritis type symptoms in my lower back and in my feet. "I"m getting older" I thought. "You need to lose some weight" others commented. *shrug*

And then, as I was groaning my way out of my sister-in-law's car after our arrival in Melbourne, she commented that she had ha similar problems until recently, but that they were completely resolved now.

The cure? Her family had removed the wireless Internet from their home, and she was being a lot more careful about how she carries her cell phone. There was a lot more to the story -- scientist friends who had measured the levels of EMF in their home and the like. I was fresh off a grueling transplanetary flight and the details are lost to me. But the basics stuck.

My back stiffness and foot pain did indeed start not too long after we moved into Chez Smiffy and set up wireless to connect all three computers. Hmmm.

After a couple of weeks in my mother-in-law's home, with no wireless around, my back and feet felt fine. Hmmm, indeed.

When I got home, I turned off the wireless router unless I was actually *at* the computer and the pain didn't return. Interesting indeed.

I also got out of the habit of carrying my cell phone on my body. I had never been one to carry it much anyway, but I started carrying it in my purse instead of in my pocket, and my back and feet seemed to have "un-aged" a good ten years.

Then, yesterday, I carried my phone in my pocket all day without thinking about it.

Today, my back is stiff and sore and my feet ache so that it's hard to walk.

I am coming to think there might be something to this EMF sensitivity thing, after all.

29 June 2008

The Monsanto effect

UPDATE: I got this one in today,about rBGH in the milk. Very interesting

I have just watched The World According to Monsanto in four parts on the internet, available from here. I had seen dribs-and-drabs of it over the past few months, but I wanted to see it in its entirety before writing a column on it, so I watched it all again last night.

The 100 or so minutes of video follows the stream of consciousness of a French investigator as she outlines the extraordinary influence wielded by the world’s most powerful and dangerous corporation.

I am as impressed as much by what the video left out, as by what it included. Instead of bombarding us with a litany of the sins of Monsanto in each and every field of endeavor in which the chemical/biotech giant is engaged, the author treats us to only the most salient story in each level of involvement. It is obvious that each of these sins applies in every field of endeavor, and so the reporter, quite ingeniously, creates a broad-brush picture of global menace, and of ubiquitous government infiltration and influence.

The unmistakable impression left by this piece of video journalism is that Monsanto’s primary concern is its own profit margin, and that human suffering does not register on Monsanto’s radar unless such suffering can be exploited to turn a further profit.

This march of conquest by Monsanto says as much about the broken systems of government that make Monsanto’s sins possible, as it does about the insidious behavior of the industrial revolution’s most alarming Frankenstein.

None of this is possible without the complacency of ordinary people who refuse to take an active interest in politics and political appointments. We can be assured that corporate interests take great interest, and Monsanto’s sins are a direct and stunning consequence of our wanton neglect of the political institutions that provide our only hope for protection.

For those of you who have not watched the presentation (and don’t have 100 minutes to give to the exercise), the sins of Monsanto can be outlined in a few simple statements, corroborated by a mix of fact and innuendo that is compelling, if not entirely damning.


Sin 1
Monsanto cannot be trusted to put human health above its own interest.

Sin 2
Monsanto exerts undue influence over government.

Sin 3
Monsanto makes false claims to promote its products.

Stated that simply, I could be talking about any corporation in the world, and I can almost hear the collective yawn of “is that all?” from anyone who does not understand what these things actually mean when they get out of hand.

The following list is a rundown on the content of the video, re-organized to develop the argument against this corporate giant in a way that builds on its known history to give reasonable basis for global concern.

Monsanto’s history of concern for human suffering.

Monsanto is the chemical giant who covered up known toxic effects of PCB’s for many decades (as early as the 1930’s), with the collusion of government officials in the 1970’s until forced to settle compensation claims in 2001. (Anniston, Alabama). The cost of compensation this late in the game is far outweighed by profits gained at the expense of millions of people over 70 years.

Nitro, West Virginia, an explosion in a 2,4,5-T herbicide (major component of Agent Orange) plant produced unexpected reactions in exposed workers in 1949. In a 1978 study sponsored by Monsanto, data was clearly manipulated to disprove the carcinogenicity of dioxin, absolving Monsanto, and the US government, for responsibility for the Agent Orange debacle in Vietnam. Monsanto is accused by an EPA scientist in 1994 of falsifying those studies concerning the carcinogenicity of dioxin.

Monsanto’s flagship herbicide product, billed as safe and friendly to the environment, is implicated in the promotion of Cancer. Robert Belle, French National Centre for Scientific Research was asked to drop his claims about cellular damage caused by this herbicide due to the implications of his findings regarding GMO. Monsanto was also forced to remove the “bio-degradable” label from its product in Europe because it was proven to be a false claim.

Monsanto’s influence on the GMO regulatory process.

Described as a “Revolving Door” many key figures in the FDA have gone on to well-paid jobs at Monsanto, and key FDA positions have been filled by ex-Monsanto employees. This might seem to be merely coincidence,being that the two industres are closely related, however a potential conflict of interest emerges as we work out what has actually transpired in the FDA over the last 25 years.

Monsanto’s own BGH research showed major problems with mastitis and reproductive abnormalities in cows treated with the hormone, this information was by-passed by FDA officials, and whistle-blowing FDA employees were sidestepped and fired. Residual hormones in BGH milk have been linked to several kinds of cancer according to independent research cited in this video.

The introduction of BGH into the food supply paved the way for Monsanto’s most outrageous coup. GMO’s entirely bypass the food regulatory processes in the USA, thanks to Monsanto.

By inserting a sympathetic lawyer into a key position in the FDA process at the time biotech was being discussed, Monsanto was able to exert inordinate influence in how biotech legislation was crafted. This resulted in the FDA principle of “substantial equivalence” which, as a part of the first Bush Administration’s “Regulatory Relief Initiative”, allows GMO’s to go completely un-identified in the American food supply.

The principle of substantial equivalence gives biotech companies the right to market their products as safe for human consumption without any independent testing for their safety.

The same Monsanto employee /ex FDA official is on audio record as saying that the very legislation that he was instrumental in crafting is insufficient to the task of assuring consumer confidence.

“We have been consuming DNA for centuries without harm” was a comment made by James Mariansky, FDA Biotech Co-Ordinator 1985-2004 when interviewed for this video. For those who do not understand the implications of this statement, DNA has, indeed, been consumed for eons. DNA in this altered state has not, and it is consumed without any independent testing for its safety. It is unforgivable ignorance for a trusted official, holding a key position in a regulatory authority, to make such a glib statement in defense of such a potentially hazardous food technology.

“Its not in the company’s interests to design a study in some way that would mask results” these damning words from James Mariansky, FDA Biotech Co-Ordinator 1985-2004, explaining that FDA scientists reviewed Monsanto results rather than conducting their own research on GMO Soybeans. Independent review of this research finds the same Monsanto research to be seriously lacking. Monsanto has a track record of masking research results, or setting up bogus research, to suit its own profit margin.

It is very clear that the decision not to regulate GMO’s was based on politics, not science. (Which was another admission made by mariansky)

The potential for hazards in genetic engineering processes surfaced when independent research conducted by Arpad Pusztai in Aberdeen, Scotland, found that it was the genetic engineering process, not the genome, that caused irregularities in the digestion and immune systems of rats which had been fed genetically modified potatoes. Pustzai, was and is Europe’s most qualified expert in this field of scientific research.

When these findings became public, enormous influence was wielded from top levels of government to discredit the research. This finding cost Pustzai his career of over 30 years, and was the beginning of the end for GMO’s in Europe.


Monsanto’s Monopoly on Food.

About half of the presentation is devoted to this issue. It is this argument that makes it very clear that concern is warranted. Any other argument made above, on its own, makes Monsanto an undesirable company, and one that folks of conscience are likely to avoid. Adding all of the above arguments together, however, makes the proliferation of Monsanto’s GM product of very great concern, particularly with the influence these folks have been able to have at the seat of several governments.


“They [Monsanto] are in the process of owning food, all food” lamented Troy Roush, Indiana farmer who was on the receiving end of some very unfavorable litigation carried out by Monsanto in the name of protecting Monsanto’s patents.


Monsanto is accused of buying up other seed companies worldwide, and then making their own GM product the sole product available on the market. Monsanto’s Bt cotton monopoly in Andhra Pradesh and Maharashtra India is cited as an example of a monopoly where non-Bt cotton is no longer available to growers. In the face of a major failing in the Bt crop, suicide is common and farmers are outraged.

Vandana Shiva, president if India’s Navdanya Foundation, observes that, by owning GM patents, Monsanto owns seeds, collecting royalties on them, and therefore the world becomes dependant on Monsanto for all food and plant based crops, and Monsanto receives royalties on all food.

Owning the patents on seeds means that Monsanto effectively own life.

Monsanto’s Aggressive proliferation tactics are cause for greater concern.


Mexico’s ban on growing GM corn has not stopped pollution of Mexico’s cornstocks by cheap imported corn from the USA, 40 percent of which is GM corn.

Monsanto reportedly employed “fake scientists” to instigate a smear campaign to discredit the Mexico research and put pressure on Nature Magazine to discredit the researchers.

Paraguay was forced to legalize GM soybean crops after its farmland was extensively sowed with GM seed from neighboring Argentina. Monsanto now collects royalties on every ton of soybeans produced by both countries, and apparently Brazil has encountered the same problem. Small farmers are being squashed out, and poisoned out, by the chemical-intensive GM crops.


So, the upshot of all of this?

To quote the blogger who hosts this particular presentation

“Those who don't take an active interest in politics will forever be ruled by those that do.”

(Still trying to find a “famous” source for this one, so far I have found it on the Obama campaign website, but there is no attribution, which means it is likely a paraphrase of a better known quote. Whatever its pedigree turns out to be, it’s a fantastic quote!!)

Our political systems were put in place many years ago for our own protection.

Our own lack of interest undermines that protection at its very roots.

Next time we wonder at the inordinate rise in autism, or cancer, or the various maladies of human suffering, we must ask ourselves how much our own apathy about unholy allegiances between industry and government, our own self-interest generated by the same corporations who are desperate to keep us complacent, has contributed to this mess… then see if we can’t do something real to fix it.


It is for us, as the 21st century subset of the human collective, to decide how to curtail this monster of our own making.


To put this into an even more alarming perspective, Monsanto is effectively a US citizen, having every right and protection under the law that any other citizen has. Can you imagine the US military being mobilized in order to protect Monsanto's international GM food interests? Sound impossible? How's life in downtown Baghdad today?

The thing that any corporation lives for is profit. If there is no profit to be had in destruction, it will turn its hand to creativity, or it will die.

Supporting efforts to ensure that GM foods and products are subjected to rigorous independent testing is essential if we are to ensure the well-being of our children and their children. The one thing that politicians in democratic societies cave into more often than corporate coffers is people, lots of people.

Staving off corporate dominance of world politics will require a greater effort, but it begins with accountability, and that begins when the people, lots of people, give a damn.

Forcing our politicians, of all stripes in all countries, to make real laws with real teeth regarding GMO food safety is probably the most important, far reaching, political cause of our time.


Take Care

Rod

11 April 2008

The flu

I have the worst flu I've had in years. This week - -the second of the two weeks each year when I don't really have the option to stay home.

You see, I am the audit manager for my department and we have two of our annual audits in April.

Yuck.

And I'm sure the auditors and the folks being audited are just thrilled. I am taking tons of vitamin C, zinc, elderberry, and everything else I can think of to slow the germ spewing, but it sure ain't pretty.

As I say...yuck.

(The guy up there? He's Sunshine, a western lowland gorilla from the Detroit zoo. He was always my favorite -- he always looked so griumpy, and yet I observed him to be astonishingly gentle.

Sunshine died of the flu a few weeks ago. I probably won't.

24 March 2008

Happy Ostara!

Ostara, the season of new life.

I was so ready -- no, in need of -- this season this year! The dark season was indeed dark for us and we felt our middle age creeping into our bones a little more with every loss. The return of the light brought with it the deepest loss yet.

But now comes the time of new life -- the planting of seeds and the return of song birds. Maybe even eventually some warmth.

We took Jack to a children's Ostara circle on Friday and he absolutely loved it. They meet regularly at the Sabbats, and Jack wants to join them for Beltane as well. He loves circle, and the very idea of a circle aimed at his age, in which it was perfectly OK for him to dance around inside the circle while everyone was participating in their own way was a dream come true! Interestingly, he had been behaving less well in adult circle of late and I noted that when we celebrated at home later, he actually did much better than he has been. I'd have expected the opposite...

Yesterday started with Jack's discovery of a basket of gifts on his place mat. Since we don't usually use the parlour until later in the day, that took some time. He was pleased to find a CD of Mozart and another of Beethoven, and a Mary Pope Osborn novel (Dinosaurs before Dinner). A little more digging revealed not one, not two, but three dinosaurs! He played his CDs and read the first chapter of the book -- but the title of the second chapter was "Monsters", so he thinks maybe he needs company to read the second
chapter. He has a lot of trouble with books that have much emotional intensity.

As an example, _Five Run Away Together_ by Enid Blyton had to be out away for another time because the The Stick family was just so abusive that he couldn't take it!

Anyway, the chapter called Monsters in this latest find suggested that it might be scary, so we'll read it together.

Eventually he spotted his first hidden (plastic) egg -- and then the day became a flurry of egg-spotting. I didn't hide them very carefully this time -- next time, I think I will. Jack had found all of them within an hour and he ate all the chocolate as he found them. Needless to say, we needed a kite string on his ankle to make it through the rest of the day!

Later in the afternoon, Grandpa John came over and we had our Ostara celebration -- a very perfunctory circle, the work of which was planting our seeds for this year. I got a couple of things planted, but I also spent a lot of time helping Jack with his seeds and helping the guys get the balance of soil and "plant baby food" right. It's not that finely detailed a process, but if you didn't invent it, I guess it's a little weird.

After dinner, we chatted a while, but we were all feeling pretty sleepy so John left early. After a couple of hours, we started to feel more awake and we went off to hang out with Shelley for a while and then we came home and finished up our planting project.

In the end, we got 75 containers planted. A good start. We'll put the carrots and other things that don't want to be transplanted in after the snow has melted.

Edited to add: not all of those plants will go in our own garden. Some are also for friends.

Between the company, the circle, and the seeds, I am feeling more alive today than I have in some time.

08 March 2008

Apologies to all...

We are still on the search for the right thyroid dose. In pursuit of that, I have been on a dose that tests "perfect" and leaves me utterly exhausted for several weeks now. I saw an endocrinologist this week and she has changed my dosage around again, so I have high hopes for feeling better soon.

But in the meanwhile, just getting through my day has been an utter nightmare. Getting the energy together to figure out what to blog about and then doping it has been harder still. (No one want to read whinging, after all.)

Things I'd be blogging about if I had the energy:

Jack has developed an obsession with dinosaurs. He owns several books about dinos and several more encyclopedias of dinosaurs and can tell you the habits, diets, eras, and prey or predators of more dinosaurs than I can count. I am happy to see him collecting information, I know that dinosaurs are a common obsession with little boys...and I wish it were a topic with which I could share his obsession. Oh well.

Jack recently got stuck in a bedtime reading rut -- he wanted to alternate one Bobbsey Twins novel then one Box Car Children novel and then again. At first that was ok with me because the books were interesting. (I started out with the original Bobbsey twins rather than the modern bowdlerizations.) As with all serials, though, they quickly got repetitive and began to strike me as twaddle. Rather than rule them out entirely, I have told Jack that he is welcome to read them for himself, but I am no longer including them in the bedtime routine.

That opened the door for us to discover an author, Thornton Burgess, whom we are enjoying very much! The stories are fairly simple, but they contain a great deal of information about animals
that add a lot to our "noticing". Right now, we're reading The Burgess Animal Book for Children which is "school" for Peter Rabbit, Jumper the Hare, and their friends and neighbors, with Old Mother Nature (or Old Mother, when we read it) teaching them for a few minutes every morning all about themselves and their friends and relatives. The pace is just right, with a few facts about one or two related animals per chapter. We are pleased to be sitting in on 'old mother's' school for animals, and I am very pleased with the impression of school as something one does for a few minutes at a time every day. It's a good introduction for when we start "doing school" more in earnest in a year or two. I plan to add The Burgess Seashore Book for Children and The Burgess Bird Book for Children to our curriculum, and if Jack is interested, Burgess wrote dozens more books about specific animals.

On my own time, I have been reading Endangered Minds: Why Children Don't Think And What We Can Do About It by Jane M. Healy. It's a fascinating book, but i don't currently have the brainpower to summarize it, so I've lifted this summary from Amazon -- it sums it up nicely.
"Healy's basic premise in this book is that human minds undergo actual physical changes with external stimuli, with different kinds of learning and stimuli producing different effects. She also attempts to show that while the human mind is pretty plastic, it is not infinitely so in that some physical characteristics of the brain are more or less fixed by the time the child reaches adolescence."
I have also been making a concerted effort to do more crafting, since I feel a lot happier and more grounded when I do.

Oh, and my seeds and supplements have arrived and I am now officially "waiting for spring". ;)

I hope to actually be coherent sometime soon. Thanks for your patience, my friends.

03 March 2008

I'm back!!

Well, I am home and feeling much better!!

Thank you, all of you, for the support you have shown for myself and my family. Not long after word got out that I was in hospital, I started to improve at a remarkable rate. The flood of support for us has been truly amazing and really wonderful. Of course, having some very talented healers in our circle of friends, and a bunch of fervent prayers in our family and wider circle of friends, helps a bunch too!!

Misti has been a tower of strength through all of this, to the point that she is now pretty thoroughly worn out. In many ways, this weekend was harder on her than on me. She not only had me to fret over and Jack to look after, but she had to deal with her own angst and keep everybody posted. She works like a trojan, does my Misti, I am very lucky to have her as my wife.

Jack has been truly remarkable. His behaviour has been exemplary and, as boring as hospital is, he didn't want to be anywhere else. His dad was sick and he was going to be there until I came home.

I think it has helped that Jack has been with us when visiting hospital as some of our closest friends have had major crises, and we have, as a family, done what we can to see them through. Hospital is not his favorite place to be, but it doesn't phase him.

We operate as a family unit. We stand by each other, we support each other, and we do the hard yards when they need to be done. That's the way Jack sees the world, and I am impressed a the depth with which he has internalized it all. It has taken its toll emotionally, though. I think he'll need a couple of days of no-pressure-at-all to just unwind and be "nearly 5" again.

So, the whole story from my perspective, goes something like this...

I had been fatigued for a couple of days, and figured I was fighting off a cold or some other undesirable bug (the only reason this is important is that Jack insists that the afternoon's events sparked the evening event). I was clearing the driveway of snow, and it had taken a l lot more effort than it usually does. I uncovered some "black ice" on the concrete which, of course, looks just like the concrete.

I slipped on the ice and landed hard. I had bruised my rib by falling on my arm, but thankfully I had the presence of mind to throw the shovel away from me. I didn't think too much of it, but it unsettled Jack, who was standing on the porch waiting for me to be able to shut the gate (which is another story).

I finished the driveway off (which totals about 1200 sq feet) and proceeded to free the gate, which had been frozen in place all winter under about 8 inches of accumulated ice.

I was pretty wiped out, so when Misti arrived home a little while later, I wasn't up for cooking dinner. We eventually went out to a familiar restaurant for a familiar meal.

As we arrived home after dinner, I became aware that I was "coming down with something". I had that nasty chill that often portends a raging fever.

There was no doubt in my mind I was sick, and while I had been off color for a couple of days, this hit like a ton of bricks.

Misti grabbed a large thick blanket for me and I lay under it (and my regular blanket) for at least an hour and a half shivering hard enough to shake the bed.

During this time, my breathing became increasingly difficult, and I developed a rattling wheeze. My lungs have been compromised for many years, so I am accustomed to fighting for breath on occasions when I push myself a little harder than usual, but this was quite different.

Misti became concerned, and I suggested a wait-and-see approach, there were a couple of things I hadn't tried yet.
Still fighting for breath and shivering, I put my c-pap on, figuring the extra pressure would open the airways, and the warm, moist air would help things along as well.

The shivering eventually gave way to the expected fever, but I never stopped fighting for breath. The rattling wheeze became worse over time, and the shortness of breath remained.

After giving it a couple of hours, I managed to calm my breathing to a regular, though still very forceful pattern, and any movement at all resulted in 10 minutes of heavy panting, trying to catch up.

It did not improve from there. I figured I probably had pneumonia.

I made it clear to Misti that I was unable to think straight, and not improving at all.

She immediately rang the hospital, and set the wheels of industry in motion - very slow motion as I recall. It seemed to take most-of-forever to get upright, dressed, downstairs, and into the car. Sitting upright required considerable recovery time, as did every other step in the process.

Misti managed to take care of my needs while bundling Jack into the car and preparing everything else for the journey across town. it was snowing and another inch had accumulated on the driveway.

The drive over was slow and somewhat slipery. I thought about pneumonia, and the probable recovery time for that. I thought about the bruised rib and hoped I hadn't done the extremely improbable, and punctured my lung. I thought about the amount of time Misti might have to take off work, and whether or not we'd have to cancel our Australia trip (the cancellation alone would cost 600.00).

We arrived at the hospital and they ruled out pneumonia or any other form of lung trouble with a chest ex-ray. At that point I began to really be concerned, because anything else I could think of was really serious.

They gave me oxygen, which helped a lot, and a breathing treatment, which helped further. However as soon as it was removed, my blood oxygen dropped and breathing difficulty returned, though it was nowhere near as severe as before.

They then ruled out out blood clot in the lung, which required a CT scan. Next on their list was heart disease, which required a longer time to test. At that point, I was admitted to hospital, and Misti and Jack finally went home.

Of course, I am a substantial guy, (and at 4 am in distress, I look pretty unkempt and disreputable) and the first thing anyone else thinks of is heart disease. I know my heart to be strong and healthy, so heart attack is never high on my list of probable causes, but "atypical chest pain" nevertheless turned up front-and-center on my admission papers.

Once they had ruled out heart disease, the remaining possibility, was laryngal spasm, the type of thing associated with anaphylactic shock.

We hadn't considered this because there had been no obvious cause, and I have no history of anaphylaxis at all, but the symptoms did point more clearly to that than to anything else.

We eventually put it down to a cross-contamination. The most likely culprit being the fish I had for dinner being something other than the cod it was advertised to be (there are certain fish I cannot eat), or cross-contaminated with the shellfish (which is abundant in lent, and I can't eat that either).

Anyway, that is the full story, it was a very harrowing time for Misti and Jack, and it was no bunch of roses for me either.

I'm glad that the problem turned out to be something that is largely avoidable. I'm also very glad that my general health hasn't deteriorated further, as I have been working hard at mitigating the damage done by many years of hard living.

Now its time to set about doing those things that only I can do, because I've got a long list of things to accomplish, and none of us can be sure of how much time we have.

Take Care

Rod

01 March 2008

He's home!!!


24 hours after this whole scary adventure started, Rod is home.

It turned out not to be his lungs, or his heart -- best guess -- an anaphylactic reaction -- probably from an inadvertent to a known allergen. Rod has known for some years that he's allergic to sea food. He avoids it, but until now the reaction has been unpleasant but not scary. Last night, we went out to dinner, and Rod had fish and chips. Ina restaurant that had an unaccustomed sea-food special on for Lent. Our best guess is that somehow Rod's fish was contaminated by shrimp or crab or...something, either in the batter or in the fryer. If that's the case, then his reaction to sea food is becoming life-threatening.

However, the good news is, Rod is home and doing much better. He still doesn't feel great, but I think a good night's sleep will likely make a difference.

Now, I will let Rod post any details he sees fit. About 24 hours ago, I was starting to think it was past bedtime. I think I'll follow through on that now.

Good night all - -and thank you, everyone, for all the help, support, energy and prayer!

Latest news is that they can find *no* sign of heart problems nor of new lung problems, so they are releasing him today.

Jack and I are on our way over now with Rod's lunch. I hope to come home toting Rod! ;)

Hurray!!!!

A real update

I just got a call from Rod. He's safely ensconced in University of Michigan Hospital room 7127 (he can be called at 734-936-7127).

They have decided that he has had an atypical heart attack. Of course, some clever soul wrote "chest pain" on his chart, and he has never had a moment of chest pain, pressure, or anything of the sort nor did he ever answer that one in the affirmative.

Ah, well, they're watching him closely. That's all I can ask.

Now that he's had some sleep, Rod is bored out of his mind. Calls and visits are very welcome.

Hearing him sound so much like himself has made me feel a little better. But I have a BAD feeling about how soon jack will be willing to sleep.

Not really an update...

This isn't really an update...I haven't heard anything, so I am cleaning the house within an inch of its life.

I'm exhausted and I wouldn't mind sleeping, but Jack has decided that he'll sleep later. When Dad gets home. *sigh* If Rod gets home tonight, I guess that's do-able.