Monday, January 31, 2011

Business Book Club



More Than Words with AuthorsGlobe is hosting a Business Book Club on Thursday, 2/10 from 6:30-8:30pm!

This event is free and open to the public! The book they will be discussing is Drive by Dan Pink. Drive is a
one-of-a-kind book that will change how one thinks about motivation. Participate in the book club, and don't forget to browse MTW's great selection of books and get something tasty from the cafe! Purchase Drive directly from MTW here on their website.

Business Book Club - Featuring Drive by Dan Pink
Where: More Than Words Bookstore & Cafe
376 Moody St. Waltham, MA
When: Thursday, 2/10, 6:30-8:30pm
RSVP by 2/7: sandra@authorsglobe.com

Friday, January 28, 2011

Being poor or a minority with cancer is just not the same...

The Great Divide:  Why racial disparities in health care persist.
by Mary Carmichael
February 15, 2010 Newsweek

It's been more than a decade since Congress first officially acknowledged that this country has a problem with race and health. In 1999 the government asked the Institute of Medicine—an independent nonprofit whose reports are the gold standard for health-care policymakers—to investigate disparities in health and health care among racial and ethnic minorities. The results were damning: the ensuing study, called Unequal Treatment: Confronting Racial and Ethnic Disparities in Health Care, found that minorities had poorer health and were consistently getting lower-quality care even when factors such as insurance status and income weren't involved. They were less likely to get lifesaving heart medications, bypass surgery, dialysis, or kidney transplants. They were more likely to get their feet and legs amputated as a treatment for late-stage diabetes. Clearly, something needed to be done.

In the years since the report, the issue has gotten plenty of publicity, more reports have come out, and several agencies—including the National Center on Minority Health—have examined the problem and suggested solutions. Still, studies continue to turn up disturbing disparities. For instance, earlier this month, a paper from the Fred Hutchinson Cancer Research Center found that between 1992 and 2004, black women were up to 90 percent more likely to be diagnosed with advanced breast cancer than white women, even though rates of mammogram screening were similar for the two groups. Another recent study put the health data in financial terms and found that race-related differences in health care cost the country $229 billion between 2003 and 2006, a result that Health and Human Services Secretary Kathleen Sebelius called "just stunning and shocking."

So why, now that everyone's aware of the problem, do we still have one? Mostly, the reason is that health and race are both complicated issues to examine academically. Put them together, and constructing a study design that can tease apart all the issues and make sense of the data is an enormous challenge. In other words, we still don't really know what's causing a lot of these disparities, much less what to do about them.

Take the simple issue of how to classify people in order to study health disparities. Let's say you want to look at Hispanics. "They're a group that is linked only by being from countries that were under Spanish rule," says Thomas A. LaVeist, director of the Hopkins Center for Health Disparities Solutions. "To combine Cubans and Mexicans and everyone else into one category doesn't make a lot of sense. The populations are so different. You have a tremendous amount of variation [in health, lifestyle, and genetic heritage] that's being masked." Or take the fact that studies often put Africans living in the U.S. in the same category as African-Americans who were born and raised here. If you want to study, say, HIV rates, that catchall category becomes meaningless, says LaVeist, because the virus is so much more prevalent in Africa.

Then there's the thorny issue of causation. Almost all common health problems have two root causes: the "nature" ones (i.e., genetic factors), and the "nurture" ones, which come from one's environment. For minority health issues, both categories are complicated. Race is a notoriously inaccurate proxy for genetics, since it's such an imprecise way of describing people. Take the case of Bidil, the so-called black heart-disease drug. LaVeist posits a hypothetical question: would you give it to Barack Obama, whose mother was white? Looking at a patient's full genetic analysis would give you much more information than race does, but the era of personalized medicine is still years away.
The "nurture" category is even more complicated, because it encompasses both the social environment (how people live, their income, what they eat, how stressed-out they are) and the medical environment (whether doctors are treating them differently because of their race). It's not always possible to separate the two, says Thomas Sequist, an assistant professor of health-care policy at Harvard Medical School: "These issues aren't always so clean-cut as 'This is an issue of the social environment, and this is a problem with the delivery system.' "

Take diabetes, which is far more common in African-Americans and Hispanics than in whites. Both Sequist and LaVeist have looked at the issue extensively. Sequist's work has found that "the health system in general got much better for diabetes care" for minorities from 1999 to 2003, thanks to "cultural competency" training for doctors. In one study, physicians were treating patients of different races exactly the same way by the end of the training. But the minority patients' outcomes actually got a little worse over the same time period. Similarly, LaVeist has looked at "a community with black and white people living together, in the same conditions"—specifically, a neighborhood in southwest Baltimore—and found that "there was no race difference with diabetes."
Setting aside possible genetic factors, both these studies would seem to point to the social environment, since care was similar but the results were different. Put bluntly, the disparities appear not to be the fault of the doctors, but of the lifestyle the patients are living, often not by choice. But things aren't that simple. Other research has shown that indeed, the health-care system does play a role. Sequist says that in another set of studies, "a certain percentage of the disparities come from the fact that if you're a minority, you're more likely to be going to a community health center or a safety-net hospital," which have worse outcomes than large medical centers that serve patients in higher income brackets. Is this racial disparity the fault of the doctors at the "safety-net hospitals," then? Maybe they're treating their minority patients differently. Or maybe they just have less-sterling credentials than the doctors at major medical centers. Or maybe their poor outcomes stem from the fact that their patient population is unhealthier to begin with. The data are too tangled to say anything for sure.
All these complications make it extremely difficult to implement good policies around race and health. And yet, says Sequist, "about three or four years ago, there was a huge push to move into the phase of actually doing something about this." Cultural competency training has now become standard in many medical centers. And if the Democrats' current health-care legislation were to pass, it would implement "over three dozen provisions that offer promise" for addressing inequities, says Dennis P. Andrulis, director of the Center for Health Equality at Drexel University, who has assessed the House and Senate bills closely. (If reform doesn't pass, he adds, "I think the bills are a road map for what Congress might be looking to support in the future.")

But health-care reform probably won't be enough to change the fact that minorities are more likely to be in poor health. For that, we'll need even more sweeping social policies, says Brian Smedley, one of the authors of the Institute of Medicine report. "There's a growing recognition that we need to address environmental health hazards, that we need to improve the food options in neighborhoods and schools, to improve the availability of parks and recreation facilities in communities that are overrun with liquor stores and fast-food restaurants," he says. Those are all laudable goals, but they have to start outside the hospital.

Daria’s Funeral Service

Yesterday was Daria’s funeral service. At the funeral home, the family gathered around in the eating area an hour before the start of her service. We spoke softly to each other and shed a few tears for Daria and for each other. The funeral director then took me to the chapel area to show me Daria’s urn, her large framed picture and flower arrangement.  I silently said oh Daria to her picture and cried and stayed a while. 

I didn’t notice walking in, I thought the place was empty, but there were two young ladies sitting in one of the pews. When I turned to leave, they both got up and tearfully introduced themselves and offered their condolences. I told them that I knew who they were. Daria had given both of them their start in their HR careers. Daria talked about them often, followed their progress and after leaving that job for another, they continued met regularly for dinner.

That was my Daria. Thank you to all those that came to Daria's service and offered their condolences to the family and myself.

Don

Below is the link to the picture montage that was shown at her service. When you get there, click on Daria’s picture to start the series rolling.


or Google, Memories Funeral Home Edmonton AB

Daria’s Eulogy by her brother-in-law Peter

   Daria Maluta passed away January 22, 2011 at the age of forty-nine, two days before her fiftieth birthday. She will be sadly missed, but lovingly remembered by her husband Donald, her mother Jennie, her sisters Maria, Anne, Olga, Diane, and her brother Steve.  Daria had been predeceased by her father Roman Maluta in 2001.

    Daria was born on January 24, 1961, and grew up on the family farm near Glendon Alberta, where she attended school. Upon graduation from high school, Daria moved to Edmonton where she was employed by Canada Safeway for approximately twenty years. It was during this period she became interested in business management and human resource development. In 1995 she studied Front End Management offered by Cornell University, and in 1998 she studied Management Development offered by the Faculty of Extension at the University of Alberta.  

  During this period, Daria was also a member of Toastmasters International and regularly volunteered at the Youth Emergency Shelter in Edmonton. In 2003 after having been diagnosed with breast cancer, Daria continued her volunteer work and participated in a Cure for Cancer marathon held in Seattle Washington.

  In 2004, she began her studies towards a Human Resources Certificate, offered by the Faculty of Extension, at the University of Alberta. At this time Daria also decided to make a career change, and she was able to obtain employment with Edmonton Northlands with their Human Resources department. In 2007, Daria was hired by the Eveready Income Fund and employed as a Human Resources Generalist, she remained in this position until her illness caused her to retire.  

  However Daria refused to totally give up her studies in Human Resources and was able to obtain a Human Resources Management Diploma from Grant McEwan University in 2010, despite only being able to attend on a part-time basis while undergoing chemotherapy treatments for her illness.

    In 2000, Daria at the age of thirty-nine, was diagnosed with breast cancer. She endured radiation, chemotherapy, and surgery and was cancer free for eight years, at which point the cancer returned. After her chemotherapy treatments to try to force the cancer into remission, Daria volunteered to participate in the phase 1 clinical trials for the new experimental drug Brivanib, which it was hoped could help future cancer patients. 

  She became a spokesman and activist for those also suffering  from metastatic cancer, and traveled to our nation’s capital to speak to members of parliament about the need for greater cancer awareness and treatment. In this capacity, she set up her internet blog, ( Daria-Living with cancer.)  which allowed her to chronicle her treatment, share her feelings and inspire and encourage others around the world, suffering from this disease. 

 Closer to home Daria continued to volunteer and help others, through the Breast Cancer Network she provided counseling to others on a daily basis. Daria not only shared her busy life with her beloved husband Don  and her dog Daisy, she developed a worldwide network of friends through her blog and Facebook entries, who she continued to inspire daily.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Microbrews for Microloans


Microbrews for Microloans

A night out to support MicroLoan Foundation USA in the oganization's work to end poverty in sub-Saharan Africa through microfinance.

When: Monday, January 31st
6:30 pm - 9:30 pm

903 Boylston Street, Boston

Tickets can be purchased at here.
$15 in advance; $20 at the door
(Includes drink ticket, appetizers and raffle)

For more information please visit us on Facebook.

D. R. Finch Music Foundation EVENT




The D. R. Finch Music Foundation, a 501(c)3 non-profit with the mission to provide jazz performances, workshops, and seminars for the general public, is hosting an interactive jazz performance workshop.

Youth are encouraged to attend, but all are welcome. The afternoon will be part performance, part conversation as the audience is invited to participate and learn about the process of creating music. It will feature the Kevin Harris Project, a Boston based trio who will explain the meaning of improvisation and its importance within the context of music and jazz. Come hear original music and jazz standards and learn more about jazz in our world.

Light refreshments will be served.

Who: D. R. Finch Music Foundation
Where: Honan-Allston Public library
When: Saturday, January 29 from 12:30 - 1:30 pm
Cause: Music Education
Partners: Kevin Harris Project
Cost: FREE and open to the public
Other Info: Any questions, contact kwhipkey@drfmusic.org

Monday, January 24, 2011

BETA "NOT-ME! Self Defense"


Join "The Boston Volunteer Meetup. Who else likes to help others?" and help "NOT-ME! Self Defense" perfect their workshop before its released to the public and learn the techniques and tactics of safe interactions with strangers.


This coed class will involve a lively discussion and movement. It is designed to explain and demonstrate the three basic levels of interactive communication in relation to real life city situations.


These three levels are:

-Visual Communication - i.e. Body language

-Verbal Communication - i.e. Using your voice

-Physical Communication - i.e. Physical contact and touch


Knowledge is Power. Class Length - 1 hour, Class size - 20 people!


As VOLUNTEERS you will be helping to perfect the class.


The size of the room is small so the number of spots is very limited. This self-defense training will fill up fast. You need to RSVP on MeetUp to secure your spot! Also, link to the Not-Me Blog!

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Daria's funeral service at Memories Funeral Home

If you are able, please attend Daria's funeral service at Memories Funeral Home 13403 St. Albert Trail, Edmonton AB Canada, Thursday January 27 at 1:00PM. Refreshments will be served afterwards.

If you can’t make it, I will post the eulogy and the picture montage shown during the eulogy so you will have a better sense of Daria’s personality and the things she accomplished in her life.

Thank you,
Don


Saturday, January 22, 2011

Daria Maluta has Passed

Daria Maluta passed away last night at 04:34 on Jan 22, 2011 at the Royal Alexandra Hospital here in Edmonton AB. I was by her side and was able to kiss her goodbye several times during the night and then watched her slip away quietly in her sleep.

I’m a little too emotional to talk about anything else right now. Meeting right away with family at her mother's place and I’ll post more later.

Don

Friday, January 21, 2011

Daria Rests Comfortably

Daria is resting comfortably but is slowly losing touch. We are waiting for an opening at hospice care about a block away from the hospital. The caregivers say that should happen around Wednesday of next week.

Don

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Faith is necessary


I had a momentary crisis of faith this morning. I received a message that one of my pink-ribbon sisters found out that her breast cancer has returned for a third time. That news shook me deeply. After the fear subsided, the anger took over and once again I had to really stare into the mirror and adjust my faith.

Renewing my faith is a regular process. I lost my composure earlier today. Sometimes it is tough to remember that my blessing isn't another person's curse. They too have their blessings to be grateful for and thankful of.

I do not know what causes breast cancer. I do not know if something in our environment, our food supply, or something else is contributing to these high incidences of cancer. I do know that until a cure is found, I will continue to ring the alarm that we all need to do what we can to live our best lives to maintain our breast health.

  1. Eat well -- eat fewer processed foods and more fruits, vegetables and whole grains. Enjoy organic meats and drink lots of water.
  2. Move your body -- exercise daily makes you feel better, helps to clear your mind, helps to settle your stress and helps with your weight.
  3. Lose weight -- if you're overweight, even a minimal loss of 10 pounds can help you fight breast cancer.
  4. Give yourself regular BSE's -- regularly examining your own breasts goes a long way to helping your breast health. Know what your breasts feel like, be on the alert for things that feel differently.
  5. Get your mammograms regularly -- if there is a history of breast cancer in your family, tell your doctor. Regular mammograms help to catch breast cancer in its earliest stages which makes it more treatable and more curable.
  6. Know that if you do have breast cancer you can still have a wonderful life -- I am a witness that life after breast cancer does exist. A diagnosis of breast cancer does not have to be a death sentence. If you're single, you can still date. You can still be fun. You can still follow your dreams.

You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face.  ~Eleanor Roosevelt

Daria is no longer able to post to her blog

Don here. This is the most difficult thing I ever have had to say…. Daria is no longer able to post to her blog.

Yesterday around noon, I brought my love to the hospital by ambulance. After some tests by the ER doctors, Daria asked for medication to control pain. It’s difficult for her to speak right now but she still knows what’s going on. 

This morning and every morning, I’ll print out your comments, take them to Daria’s bedside and read …. I think tearfully … each one out loud. Your words mean a lot to both Daria and I, they will be very comforting to hear.

In the next day or so I’ll know more and post.

Don

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Half of American Adults May Have Pre-Existing Conditions Putting Them At Risk For Rejection by Health Insurers

Half of American Adults May Have Pre-Existing Conditions Putting Them At Risk For Rejection by Health Insurers


from Department of Health and Human Services

January 18 ,2011

Up to 129 million adults under age 65 have some medical condition which would put them at risk for being denied coverage by American health insurers, according to a U.S. government study. The conditions, ranging from cancer to chronic illnesses such as heart disease, diabetes, or asthma, would trigger rejection or much higher prices in the individual health insurance market.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

An invitation to guest blog on "My Fabulous B**bies"

New year, new me... new blog. :)

This year, I'd like to present my blog and the breast cancer journey in a new way. I am opening up my blog for guest posts from people who would like to speak about breast cancer (or fabulous boobies) and its affect on the world.

If you're interested... send me an email (send it directly to fabulous.boobies@gmail.com) and let me know what you'd like to write about.


Specifics:
-250 words (can be a little more or a little less depending on the piece)
-answers the questions: how does/did breast cancer impact your life? what do you do to make sure that your boobies (or the boobies of people you love) stay fabulous?
-no profanity.
-images will need to be approved before posting.
-all submissions can be cross-posted to your own blog
-all submissions will be subject to review/editing before posting
-you decide the tone -- can be funny, sad, reflective, etc. totally up to you.


That's it!! I'm excited to see what other people may want to share with the breast cancer community. Nearly a quarter of a million people are diagnosed with breast cancer every year. The impact on the world is major. I want to raise up a chorus of voices -- not just survivors either -- to discuss this disease and its effects on the entire world. I want to hear from mothers, fathers, children, friends, co-workers, health workers, employers, financial gurus, nutritionists, etc. ... anyone who has something to say.

~Nic

Resting at Home

I’m out of the hospital after my ERCP and resting at home, drinking fluids and going to the bathroom. The doctors placed a few stints to get bile moving from my liver.

My belly is really full of gas and I’m not feeling too good right now.

Thank you for all your comments.
D.

Monday, January 17, 2011

ERCP Procedure Today

Today I’m going into the hospital for an ERCP Procedure. I’m hoping the Doctors finds some bile duct obstruction that will help explain some of what is going on. And I'm hoping everything goes well and I will be home safe and sound by this evening. 

If I’m not up to blogging tomorrow, I’ll be asking D to fill in some of the details of how I’m doing.

MOTIVATION: a cancer survivor turned marathoner


The following article from Runner's World just brightened my day. I may not be ready for a marathon (yet), but its good to know that its possible. One step, then another step, then another step... until you reach the goal.


RW Challenger of the Week: Rob Wilkinson


Just a year and a half ago, radiation and chemotherapy treatments for tonsil cancer had left Rob Wilkinson so weak he could barely walk the stairs to his apartment. He even had to drive the 200 yards between his home and his office. “Any exertion would have required me to take an extensive nap,” he says.

Though he was never a runner before—for most of his life, he’d only run when he had to—after being declared cancer free in November 2009, Rob started running to rebuild his body from the ravages of chemotherapy and radiation. And somewhere along the way, he fell in love with it. He decided to spend his first year of being cancer-free by running the 2010 Richmond Marathon.

“I’m celebrating my life!” says Wilkinson. “Every run I do now is a celebration of my health, something I definitely took for granted before I was diagnosed and don’t intend on losing sight of again.”

He trained hard for the race, despite the lingering side effects from radiation and chemotherapy that he still experiences—dry mouth, tinnittus (ringing in the ears), and numbness in his feet.

At the Richmond Marathon he wore a shirt with the names of 30 people who had lost their battles with cancer, including his mother and four friends. His younger brother beat non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma in the ’90s.

“I knew my body was going to give me 26.2 miles of reasons not to finish the challenge, but those 30 names on my shirt helped me see this through to the finish," he says. "Cancer in all its forms is a horrible disease, and I hope I’m able to help raise awareness for all those that have to endure it and their loved ones."

Rob crossed the line in 5:06, despite battling a screaming hip and headwinds on the Lee Bridge.

"I didn’t think it was possible to hurt that much," he says, "yet feel so incredibly good.

Name: Rob Wilkinson

Age: 41

Hometown: Fredericksburg, Virginia

Family: Fiancé, Tracie; stepchildren Kyle 19, Ericka 17, Grace 7, Lucy 6, Abbie 6

Occupation: Safety Engineer supporting the United States Marine Corps

RW Challenge Goal: Finish the 2010 Richmond Marathon

What was the race like for you? The race itself was very much like the treatments I endured; I went in with a positive attitude and believed that I would make it through. Along the way it hurt and at times tried to bring me to my knees, but I kept pushing through all the pain. After I completed my last cancer treatment, the nurses walked me over to a victory bell and had me ring it; I felt the same emotions then as I did when I crossed the finish line at Richmond. For the previous eight months, I had thought about what it would feel like striding to the finish line. What I imagined didn’t even come close to the elation of seeing the finish line and then crossing over it. The flood of tears came as it finally sunk in that I had actually completed a marathon; the same person that had to be fed by a tube 18 months prior and couldn’t walk 100 yards without needing to stop and rest had just run 26.2 miles!

How has the experience of finishing a marathon changed you? It may sound like a cliché, but it has made me feel that I really can do anything that I set my mind to.

What is your next running goal? I recently wrote my running goals down for 2011 and most of them are time-based for different race distances. I do want to do another marathon, but I haven’t picked the race yet—perhaps in my old hometown of Philly with the Runner’s World Challenge again?

What is your favorite piece of gear? I love my Garmin 405CX! I was getting bored of running the same loop over and over again because I knew the distance. I love the freedom it provides to just head out and mentally flip a coin every time I come to an intersection. The only downside to it is that I have ended up on some roads that I had no business running on!

What is your idea of a rave run? I can’t count the amount of times I visited Disney World as a kid and an adult. I have to do Disney as a runner! I can’t think of anything better than running through the Magic Kingdom and Epcot!

What is the biggest challenge to getting out the door, and how do you get over it? My life has changed so much in the past year, both personally and professionally, that my free time is limited. I just have to occasionally force myself to come home, throw on the shoes and just go. Additionally, I’m lucky that my fiancé is a new runner and she has been helping to kick my butt in gear when my motivation has been waning.

What advice would you give to a first-timer? Figure out how to stay motivated and continually use it to keep running. My initial motivation was to build myself up from what the cancer treatments did to my body. Now I find my motivation in training for a specific race or distance, as well as trying to influence others to give running a try. I’m proud of the fact that I have personally motivated a friend to start running. Nonrunners just don’t understand how supportive we are to each other, the bulk of us are never going to be an elite and are really just competing against ourselves. I think they would be surprised to see how often we reach out to total strangers to give encouragement during a difficult section of a race or to congratulate a good effort.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Feeling Melancholy

Since Thursday’s appointment with my Onc I’ve really been doing a lot of thinking. It’s made me very melancholy. It makes me wonder how much time l have left on this earth?

When I look in the mirror not only am I gaunt but I’m looking Jaundice too. I don’t feel like I’m recovering … I feel like I’m deteriateing.

I am feeling ever so rushed to get things done knowing at any time I could be rushed to the hospital never to come home again. And then there are times I think I might have months to live.

It’s a confusing weird place to be in.

Four Reasons To Avoid High Fructose Corn Syrup


This is a reprint of a YahooNews story. Great information.

Four reasons to avoid high fructose corn syrup


By Sara Novak, Planet Green



By now, you've more than likely seen one of the ads put out by the Corn Refiners Association. The ads tell the story of a "natural" sweetener made from corn. They go on to insinuate that high fructose corn syrup has been unfairly portrayed and that this truly American ingredient is fine in moderation.


Lloyd wrote about this massive $30 million ad campaign last year. The campaign claims that high fructose corn syrup has the "same natural sweeteners as table sugar and honey." Since then, the association has released a number of ads with the same message.

But when push comes to shove, what are the facts about high fructose corn syrup? How is it made? Is it healthy in moderation to the body and the planet? Here are the facts, so that the next time you're asked, you can confidently dispel any high fructose corn syrup rumors.



1. The process of making high fructose corn syrup is pretty weird



First of all, there's nothing natural about high fructose corn syrup, and it most certainly does not exist in nature.



The process starts off with corn kernels, yes, but then that corn is spun at a high velocity and combined with three other enzymes: alpha-amylase, glucoamylase, and xylose isomerase, so that it forms a thick syrup that's way sweeter than sugar and super cheap to produce.



That's why it's poured into a huge majority of mass pproduced processed foods.
2. High fructose corn syrup does weird stuff to your body

While the commercials claim that it's fine in moderation, the truth is that the whole problem with high fructose corn syrup in the first place, is that moderation is seemingly impossible.



The syrup interferes with the body's metabolism so that a person can't stop eating. It's truly hard to control cravings because high fructose corn syrup slows down the secretion of leptin in the body. Leptin is a crucial hormone in the body that tells you that you're full and to stop eating. That's why it's so closely associated with obesity in this country. It's like an addictive drug.


3. There might be mercury in your corn syrup

And what about the rumors of mercury being found in corn syrup?

I wrote last year that according to MSNBC in one study, published in the Journal of Environmental Health, former Food and Drug Administration scientist Renee Dufault and colleagues tested 20 samples of high fructose corn syrup and found detectable mercury in nine of the 20 samples.

"We went and looked at supermarket samples where high fructose corn syrup was the first or second ingredient on the label," Dr. David Wallinga, a food safety researcher and activist at the nonprofit Institute for Agriculture and Trade Policy said. These 55 different foods included barbecue sauce, jam, yogurt, and chocolate syrup. "We found about one out of three had mercury above the detection limit," Wallinga said.

4. The environmental impact of high fructose corn syrup is huge

Most corn is grown as a monoculture, meaning that the land is used solely for corn, not rotated among crops. Large monocultures, which are usually genetically modified, can be riddled with pests.

As a result, monocultures are often dressed with a toxic cocktail of pesticides so that they can survive. Monocultures can deplete the nutrients in soil and lead to erosion.

In addition, the pesticides used to grow them pollute our soil and ground water.


Our advice: Skip the high fructose corn syrup

Luckily, we have a lot more options when it comes to avoiding this frightening ingredient. The Corn Refiners Association wouldn't spend $30 million on advertisements if they didn't feel threatened and that's because more and more alternatives are becoming available.


Read labels on every processed food that you buy. Stores like Whole Foods and Earth Fare carry tons of foods without it.

Make your own snack foods



Also consider making your own snack foods instead of buying the prepackaged variety. This way you can control your ingredients and use safer sweeteners. You can also save some major dough and reduce the amount of packaging that your family throws away.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Hopefully Some Good News Next Week

Friday at 8 am I was at the clinic at X-ray … in for an ultrasound of my chest and abdomen. The goal of the technician was to find large pockets of fluid that could be drained. She found one area on my back near the bra line and one was on the left front side near the groin area. They marked some areas on my body, took some pictures and then it was off to see my Onc who was going to do the two procedure … the Thoracentesis and the Paracentesis.

Eventually he took out 750mls of fluid out from around my lung area and another 850mls out from around my abdomen area. I’d have to say it went very smoothly with no pain … maybe a bit of discomfort.

Even after the procedure, my belly is still quite swollen but much of the pressure is relieved. I still cough a bit and my ears feel like I’m under water. I’m hoping it’s just some time for everything to settle in.

While doing the procedures, the Onc repeated … we are not stopping this study till we find out what’s wrong with you. Music to my hears …

The final procedure being done is an ERCP which will be done by a gastrologists. He is looking for some liver duct blockages that can be fixed. Anyways, got a call late Friday to come in on Monday. Wow I am very excited. Hopefully we finally have some solid answers.

Friday, January 14, 2011

Weight loss: my BMI... made me sigh

Since its the start of a new year, I've decided (like many other folks) to take this time and focus my energy on doing better for Nicole. I didn't exactly make any resolutions for the new year, but I did decide to stop procrastinating about doing things that I know I need to do. Like focusing on my weight and my food intake.

I was a chunky butt when I was diagnosed with breast cancer. Yep, I'll admit it. But, I was still cute (at least to myself and my then-boyfriend) so it didn't stress me too much. I was bigger than I felt comfortable with but I was okay. When I began chemotherapy, I had to be weighed. Actually I had to weigh-in everytime I went to the hospital for any treatment. I hated it at first, but after awhile I didn't think about it one way or another.

The first weigh-in blew my mind. I weighed -- gasp -- 218 pounds. *blink, blink*  Although I'm reasonably tall (5'9") that's still a LOT of weight for my frame. I was mortified. I guess eating curry and white rice 5 times a week is bad for your diet. (laughs) I'm sure that the rum punches did not help.

Well, luckily my oncologist was kind to me and didn't call me a fatty to my face. What he did say though was that at my weight, the loss from the chemo probably wouldn't be as drastic as for some other patients who were smaller. And he was right. As the pounds fell off during the four months of chemotherapy, I still looked reasonably healthy to other people. I looked sickly to myself and to my family but the weight loss wasn't that noticeable (I think) to other folks.

At the end of the first part of my chemotherapy, I was down to 170 or so. Maybe a little less. Now, this may sound crazy but I liked that size on me. It looked okay -- well, minus the crazy skin discolorations and sallow pallor and no body hair.

Fast forward two years and I've gained a good portion of that weight back. I am still too sedentary (scared I'm going to fall and hurt myself). I can also thank my medication and the fact that my treatment pushed me into menopause. However, with all that taken into consideration, I am now just at 199 pounds. I'm grateful for that one pound that keeps me from 200 pounds (yeah, I'm vain) and really grateful that I'm tall and can sort of disguise my thickness but its a new year and time for a new focus. I decided to actively work on losing weight and being more diligent about what I eat and regularly detoxing myself.

Alright... so based on my recent history, I figured that a goal of 175 would be great. Not too much to lose and I could move slowly towards reaching that goal. Imagine my surprise when I pulled up a trusty BMI (body mass index) chart to see where I fell on that scale.

OBESE. *wow*

Well, depending on which scale you look at I'm either "overweight" or "obese". Ain't neither one of those sexy. At. All. I started looking at pictures that I've taken over the past couple of years -- after I did my radiation treatment and my surgeries -- and I look a bloated and uncomfortable mess. Puffy face, strange lopsidedness. Just bleah. It hit me that I've been internalizing the comments from friends and family who have told me that I looked great without measuring what "great" really meant. It meant, great for a girl who has been going through cancer treatment for two years. But in the grand scheme of things... my great was a little uh... less than stellar. *shrug*

Here's the kicker... my goal weight of 175 pounds (I do like being a curvy girl) is still too big. I'm still too high on the BMI scale. So I've had to adjust my goal weight down to 160 pounds. And I may have to adjust more to be truly clear of the obese label.

Yikes! That's far away from where I am right now.  I decided to fully disclose where I am starting from and where I'm heading to so that I can be accountable for whatever progress I do or don't make. I don't have a particular time frame to hit this mark. I just know that I have to get there and I have begun my work on making it.

*sigh*

I am one of those people who just doesn't like exercise. I've always been a clumsy kid. I trip over my own shadow while walking in my barefeet on carpet. (laughs) Real talk. Soooo... trying to run and catch a ball or throw a ball at the same time, not gonna happen partner. It just won't. And trying to outrun or out-swim someone else... yeah, that's not likely to happen either. Competitive sports do nothing to inspire or motivate me. Vanity however, and now knowing that it will help reduce my chances of dealing with this doggone breast cancer again, is a big motivation for the kid.

Another big motivation for me is my family. Genetics and bad eating habits are not on my side. Food is an important part of my life. I like to eat. I like to eat fried foods and sweets (cakes, pies, cookies, tarts, etc.). I enjoy a nice tall glass of sweet ice tea. Or lemonade. All sorts of bad for you food that make good memories when enjoyed with people that you like being with. But, when you start going to more and more funerals of people you love and have grown up with, it starts to hit you that its really not a game.

Diabetes and hypertension and heart disease and cancer run rampantly up and down my family tree. Obesity is not foreign to me. Morbid obesity isn't unusual. I watched one cousin struggle and struggle with a food addiction that she simply could not shake. Diabetes and its complications eventually took her away from us. Obesity issues took one brother before her and a sister after her. I think about all of them often. And my heart aches. And so on... I could name family member after family member... but the stories just aren't that different.

I've received another chance to get it right now that I've been rendered cancer-free. I can't waste it. I am not addicted to food nor alcohol. I'm just greedy and undisciplined. These are things I know about myself. How I'm fixing it is by learning all that I can about food, nutrition and being more aware about what I eat and what is in the food I consume. I am more aware of how I drink my calories and I try to combat that in different ways.

One thing that I do have to be cautious of is my lymphedema. It will (and has) flared up with the increase in activity. I know that its risky to do a lot of exercise because of it but I am willing to risk it in order to gain a health advantage in other areas. Hopefully it will be a good calculated risk and I won't end up making a mess of things. Realistically, there are emerging reports saying that working out with weights may not be as bad for lymphedema sufferers as originally thought. That gives me hope.

So... that's my story. I'm a chunky girl who wants to bring out her inner sex kitten. Well, let me rephrase that. I'm a chunky girl who wants her exterior to match the way she feels on the inside. How's that??

Sharing Some Bad News

I guess we’ll just cut to the chase … the Trials nurse walks in and says … oh your face … I said it’s yellow … then she looks at my belly … oh it’s bigger … yes I said, trying to hold back the tears. She proceeded to tell my liver functions numbers were up once again. We looked over the numbers. Ok a tear came down. A little discussion, then I said and how many weeks can I be off Brivanib before I’m kicked off the study? She said four. More tears. Next week is considered my 4th week and there is no possible way those liver function numbers could come down in one week. So I’m off the study, I said … yes, said the nurse.

We spent some time talking as she tried to console me. I asked how long do I have … she said the Onc would come in to talk to me about that. My mind was racing now, how am I’m going to tell D, my family.

Then the Onc came me. First he said the CT scan was really good. The tumors on the liver are smaller and looking great. But the liver function numbers are not great. He said, I’m thinking the reason your liver function numbers are up is because you may have a plugged bile duct in and around your liver. And your coughing is likely because you have a swollen belly which is putting pressure on your lungs which already have fluid around your lungs and are making you cough.

So what is the plan … drain the fluid around the lungs, drain fluid from the abdomen and try and find a plugged bile duct and then unplug it.

In the end, I walked out not having much solid information except that tomorrow morning at 8:00am I have to be at the clinic for one of these procedures.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

BC Friends and Meals on Wheels

Yesterday was our breast cancer friends coffee group. I have to say, with the weather being so cold, the roads being so slippery and my energy being so low … I didn’t really feel like going. It just seems to be too much of an effort to do much of anything. Finally when D offered to drive me, I realized I couldn’t say no and I’m so glad I didn’t. Conversation wise I wasn’t very chatty but it sure was nice just to see the ladies. A, had made copies of our Christmas Party and Irm brought pictures of her sweet grandchild. Those pictures alone helped brighten the day.

After about an hour and half I decided that was enough of an outing for me so I called D to come pick me up. On our way home, we stopped at Meals and Wheels for a few different frozen samples. I’ve never tried them before but was desperate for a change in food. I am so done with takeout, packaged food, canned food … white rice, white bread, bananas and so on.

I ended up opening a packaged dinner for last night … it was a bit bland but maybe that is exactly what my stomach needs right now. The food went down real well with no digestive issues, however, I ended up get up numerous times for washroom breaks. I have to keep reminding myself … SMALL PORTIONS ONLY!!

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

CT Scan Part 2

Ok so I’m the last person to be called in for me CT scan and the only thoughts on my mind were don’t throw up, don’t lose controls of your bowel and don’t cough during the scan itself.

One of the technicians can in and started some small talk and said something like just go lay down on that scanner bed. I wasn’t feeling very strong and balanced so I just sat down waiting for someone to help me lay back. I had visions of landing on the floor.

She helped lay me down and then went over about the 20 or so questions … could you move your head higher, would you move your hips to the left, have you had this test before, did you have any reactions and so on. Fortunately, I was quite familiar with the procedure so I only listened to the odd word here and there.

My only concern was to stay calm and not have any mishaps, and my biggest worry at that moment was my coughing. So I mentioned to her, that I had this coughing problem … oh no you can’t cough during the CT scan … ya I kinda figured that. She gave me some helpful advice  ... when we tell you to breathe in, just take a shallow breath.

So how the CT scan generally goes … someone will say you to you … ok, now take a deep breath and hold it … seven seconds later, they say, ok breathe normally. They do these four times while the big circular tube goes around you. This test is about ten minutes and at mid point they inject you with some sort of contrast media. I took the techs advice and it seemed to be fine.

Finally, I’m done … it’s off to the change room to change into my street clothes. I was half way pulling up my pants when I got this serious urge to go to the washroom. I grabbed my purse and ran for the toilet … sure enough another serious bout of diarrhea. I finished dressing and phoned D to pick me up. I asked him to put and old blanket on the passenger’s seat of the car just in case I had an accidental bm on the way home.

Fortunately, no accidents in the car …. But my diarrhea did continue into the night and then most of the next day.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

CT Scan

Yesterday I had my CT scan. I was feeling a bit weak and nervous. My stomach was feeling bloated and I was worried I would not be able to drink the two liters of the contrast cocktail they wanted me to.

Well no sooner did I fill out the paper work, and change into a gown … my name was called. The next order of business was to get an IV. Two nurses and three pokes later, success! Off to the waiting room with my two liters of contrast cocktail. I had 45 minutes to drink it.

The place was pretty full so I got a chance to talk to a couple of fellow cancer patients. A young man and his wife were sitting there and were noticing everyone was getting warm blankets from the heater. It didn’t take long for them to figure that out, so as the wife get’s him a blanket, I said … a person sure does get cold after drinking that cocktail. He said you know I used to always be warm until I had my surgery and now I’m always cold … interesting I thought.

Anyways, as time went on, I continued to drink and drink and drink. The fluid felt like it was just sitting in my belly and not moving through the system. I kept looking at the garbage can beside me thinking that might be where these drinks were going to end up.

I was now an hour and half hour later and I was the last patient waiting for a scan. There was one other patient who needed some medical attention on a leaky surgery site. The nurses took her into another room to help her out.

While this was happening, I thought, well I’d better go to the washroom one more time hoping to empty my bladder and relieve some of the pressure to my abdomen. Well thank goodness I did go to the biffy because I ended up having a serious bout of diarrhea. As I came out of the washroom, I once again ran into the lady that needed the dressing changed.

She comes by, cane and all and says, have a nice day … in a very cheery upbeat voice. I said same to you. She noticed my cough and said is that a cold or cancer related. Cancer related. Oh she said that coughing sure can be sore on the ribs. I said it sure is. After a bit more chit chat … her last words to me were …

All the best to you and keep your head up high.

Be grateful


I've been looking for the motivation to get up and get moving. The last few weeks of 2010 left me depressed and saddened. As I reviewed the year, I remembered how much loss I had experienced and I cried and moped about it. I took my time to review the lives of my loved ones who passed away... and to remember the pink ribbon sisters who had lost their fight against breast cancer. All of that grief and mourning weighed my heart and my spirit down something serious.

But what really got me was thinking about why all of these folks died. Especially my relatives. Like many black Americans, I have a family history of heart disease, diabetes, high blood pressure, cancer, and other diseases. Many of these ailments can be either cured or deeply curtailed with some effort -- namely, exercise, dietary changes and limiting (or eliminating) alcohol and tobacco consumption.

As a breast cancer survivor, I know that my chances for recurrence are reduced if I control my weight, watch my diet and reduce my drinking. I know this.

I know this.

And yet... I haven't made enough progress in any of these areas. I'll change for a few days... and then drift right back into my comfort zone. Knowing this about myself makes me sad because its not like I have a death wish. I don't want to go back to chemo and surgeries and fear and not knowing... I don't. But, it is like there is a big ol' wall in front of me that I simply don't have the energy to climb over.

So, what's a girl to do when she knows that she knows better and isn't living up to her full potential? She digs deep and finds ways to inspire herself. And then she prays that a sign comes along that gives her the courage to step out of being comfortable and into being fully alive.

How did I inspire myself? I re-read a book that has always provided the push that I need to get out of my comfort zone and find a way to do something new. "Who Moved My Cheese" is a really short little book. Less than 100 pages total and the actual story is only 50 short pages (less if you don't count the pages with the pictures). It is a short parable on learning how to deal with change in your life. I've read it many times... and I knew that it was just the push I needed to get some motivation.

It was.

And here is where serendipity steps in. I was reading this wonderful book about change on the subway the other day. As I was strutting down the platform, I passed a really handsome guy. Chocolate skin, nice smile... long legs... *nodding head*  Indeed, he was a cutie. I smiled, and kept walking on by. He smiled back and that was that.
So I thought. My train pulled up a few moments later and I looked back wondering whether he would be on the same train.

Turned out that he was. I passed him again as I looked for an empty seat. Again, he smiled and I smiled. I slid into my seat and pulled out my trusty book on change.

All good right? Well... this gentleman decided that smiling was insufficent and he came up to where I was sitting and introduced himself. Smile was much better up close. He was personable and confident. It was nice.

And he was in a wheelchair.

I gave him my number and long story short... one conversation with this guy put the final click in the paradigm shift that I needed.

This guy has been paralyzed from the waist down for about 20 years. He was shot when he was a teenager. I didn't ask for details about the event. But I was fascinated by his attitude. He approached me, not cautiously or with any trepidation, but boldly and with a ton of confidence. He spoke to me like a guy who typically gets what he wants. It was slightly intoxicating. To look at him, I would have expected him to be more afraid of life. He was far from it.

So during our converation -- which in and of itself was amazing because I only talk on the phone to a handful of people and even then, its not frequently -- he told me that he works out every day.

Wait, what?

He works out everyday. He lives alone and goes out to clubs and such all the time. (laughs) He fully lives every moment of his life. He told me that he planned to walk again and that he had regained the feeling in one leg and was working on the other leg. When I mentioned that I needed to work out, needed to lose just a few pounds and get myself in shape. He said... then walk.

I keep laughing because he was so dead serious. A man who cannot walk, told me to basically stop wasting time and move my legs as long and as far as I can every day. And it was just what I needed to hear when I was most receptive to hearing it.

So... while my insomnia still gives me fits... when I found myself awake at 4am this morning... guess what I did?

I walked.

(laughs) 



PS. There is an old gospel song by Walter Hawkins called "Be grateful". It is a great song and it brings me an amazing level of peace and joy. Part of the lyrics say...

be grateful
because there's always somebody worse off than you
be grateful
because there's somebody who wants to be in your shoes

So... once again, I am grateful. Life is constantly changing and constantly teaching me something new -- usually about myself.

Thoughts for today:  Who moved my cheese? and Be grateful.


Lyrics | Walter Hawkins lyrics - Be Grateful lyrics

Monday, January 10, 2011

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