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Showing posts with label cancer. Show all posts
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Sunday, February 24, 2013
Sunday, October 14, 2012
DR. JILL VECCHIO BLASTS SCOTUS FOR UPHOLDING OBAMACARE - WOMEN! THIS IS A MUST VIEW.
https://www.youtube.com/embed/6e3udzHIiVs?feature=player_detailpage
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
BOGUS STUDY CLAIMS TSA BODY SCANNERS SAFE
http://www.prisonplanet.com/bogus-study-claims-tsa-body-scanners-safe.html
Wait, you TSA goons - wait for five years and watch what happens to you. The cancers will start, even if your post is 10 ft. away from the scanners.
Your blood will boil with it; your lungs will fry, your organs will be prime targets, and you believed you were safe.
Ever go to a dentist and get the lead shield across your body? Does the dental assistant stay in the room or behind a lead lined enclosure. How about in the hospital - you know those little tags x-ray techs wear?
They're there for a reason, but day after day, you in your blue gloves that protect you but not the people you search from disease and parasites, do your jobs like robots.
When you start dying off you will remember that you were just useful idiots to the DHS and the TSA.
Wait, you TSA goons - wait for five years and watch what happens to you. The cancers will start, even if your post is 10 ft. away from the scanners.
Your blood will boil with it; your lungs will fry, your organs will be prime targets, and you believed you were safe.
Ever go to a dentist and get the lead shield across your body? Does the dental assistant stay in the room or behind a lead lined enclosure. How about in the hospital - you know those little tags x-ray techs wear?
They're there for a reason, but day after day, you in your blue gloves that protect you but not the people you search from disease and parasites, do your jobs like robots.
When you start dying off you will remember that you were just useful idiots to the DHS and the TSA.
Monday, May 14, 2012
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Monday, February 13, 2012
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Friday, December 30, 2011
Friday, December 16, 2011
TONIGHT A WOMAN LIES DYING IN A VA HOSPITAL IN TUCSON. SHE IS MY FRIEND.
Her name is Alyssa. She is 53. We reconnected several years ago and called each other often.
In the 70s, we lived down the road from her family; a dirt road; after all, it was an equestrian neighborhood, and people riding or leading their horses up and down all day, sometimes with dogs or foals alongside, was the norm. It was wonderful then.
Alyssa always rode bareback, barefooted, on a Welsh pony, Ida (Idaho) who wore only a halter and a single rope for a rein. She was 13. When she wasn't riding, she had her nose in a book. Her mother became my very close friend until she died within a few weeks of finding out she had lung cancer, 15 years ago.
There was never a day or night that I remember, that Mary, her mother, didn't have a cigarette in her mouth, between her fingers, in an ashtray, or in a pack in a leather case with a Bic lighter in front of her. They were on the goat milking stand; on the dashboard, stuck in her blouse; they sat and waited for her on fenceposts. They were next to her in the garden (she had an enviable green thumb). Mary was my hero. She was a double amputee. She could do anything; everything. She was funny, full of mischief, intelligent, self-reliant and confident. She lost her legs in an accident when she was 14 months old, crawling out of the house unbeknownst to the family, and was sitting on the track when the train ran over her. She never knew she was different, and really, she wasn't. No one coddled Mary.
She had no patience with people who felt sorry for themselves because of circumstances or disability. She passed that down to Alyssa, who was also self-reliant, became a member of the USAF, and lived a life of make do. She also didn't mind when Alyssa picked up the cigarettes and became a chain smoker who watched her mother die of lung cancer. She didn't stop. That was 15 years ago.
Last summer the call from Alyssa - "I have some bad news." What she and the doctors thought for years were relics of Valley Fever, was lung cancer. There were MRIs, x-rays, CT scans, bone scans. There were tumors; in her lungs, in her brain, and something suspicious on a bone in her arm which hurt so much, she thought she had broken it. The cancer was attached to the bone.
She kept the remnant herd of ponies at "the ranch" which her mother bequeathed to her. It was just a collection of abandoned mobile homes, a half adobe house with a caved in roof where her half brother lives, which was in sight of the Mexican border on that new superhighway that will eventually connect Mexico to Canada. It hurt her arm to feed them, and she needed help with the bales and feed sacks.
Her conversations became at times, very bizarre. She started falling. Her behavior was strange and then she was fine. Mood swings. Delusions. She nosedived into the bathtub one night. The doctors said it was due to the tumors in her brain. Some could be removed and give her some quality time.
So Alyssa bravely chose the surgery, lamenting that it had taken her 10 years to grow her hair
but the doctors only cut a small patch out. She was discharged from the hospital in record time, though she imagined many odd things because her brain was still swollen from the surgery. One of them was that she would gamble, win big and do good for others. Maybe no so odd. Not for Alyssa.
They radiated her tumors, too. She sat with patches of hair in her lap. She lived with a man. They had nothing much. She never had any creature comforts, not even in childhood and for that I feel very sad. I sent her a pretty blouse. She was thrilled. She had nothing nice to wear for her doctor appointments.
We chatted every day for months. Then she had trouble with her phone, or so she said. Then she got a Trac phone. Then that went missing. I finally hunted her down by calling her friends.
She was having terrible pain in her neck, and going to the chiropractor, but it didn't work. She thought she had ruptured or cracked a disk when she took the fall into the tub.
Initially the doctors gave her four months. I think she told us in late July. But she was convinced she would lick it. She read about alternative medicine, got a prescription for medical marijuana, and then retreated to her recliner and her Chihuahuas, losing weight, losing contact with friends. I called a friend one night recently, and he said she had lost an enormous amount of weight, that she was very weak and occasionally did not make sense. He took her to the VA for some appointments. She had decided not to take the chemotherapy offered and stopped.
She was taken to the hospital three days ago in terrible pain. Last night they gave her heavy medication. This morning when I called she was sleeping peacefully, not quite in a coma.
Tonight she is in a hospice ward, unresponsive. Four hours or a day - she is not expected to have more time.
I will remember that girl on her gray Ida going up the street; coming back from Hansen Dam with my first donkey, Samantha, who would not cross water. We laughed hard and long about the charros with the jingling spurs on their hot horses, one on each side holding Sam's halter and dragging her across a tiny, shallow trickle of a stream. She never did cross water. And I remember her walking into her house one night with a cat named George. He was half Burmese, and she had him under her green jacket, with only his head showing. I wanted that cat. He had moonstones for eyes. He was two shades of chocolate with white trim. When he killed a baby chick, she gave him to me. I remember the family move to Three Rivers, to a block house with no heat except the old fashioned cookstove. There was no electricity, no plumbing and to flush the toilet, you had to get a bucket, take it down to the river and use it to flush. They took all the dogs, cats and livestock including the geese and of course, the Welsh ponies. They even had a cow. We spent Thanksgiving with them there once. She was happy and newly married then, but it ended in divorce.
Alyssa was loving and kind, an animal lover. Like her mother, no one was ever a stranger. She was an "easy keeper", lived a simple life and didn't require much to make her happy - guacamole salad, her cookbooks, her ponies and her dogs and cats.
Alyssa has the deep voice of her mother and her mother's laugh.
I'm going to miss her so much. She was so young - too young to do this to herself.
If you're reading this tonight, and if there's a cigarette nearby, please, to honor Alyssa, just put them down - forever. What everyone says is true. Cigarettes and all tobacco will kill you.
She and her friend were smoking 40 cartons a month between them, buying them cheap in Mexico.
As I write this, there's a good chance Alyssa, in the hospice ward, will have passed on already.
Goodnight, sweet girl. I miss you so much already. Maybe you are dreaming while your mother is with you, holding your hand. She's right there by your side. Don't be afraid. I love you.
Alyssa died easily and peacefully in the hospice and palliative care department of the Tucson VA hospital at 5:30 p.m. with her gentleman companion by her side.
In the 70s, we lived down the road from her family; a dirt road; after all, it was an equestrian neighborhood, and people riding or leading their horses up and down all day, sometimes with dogs or foals alongside, was the norm. It was wonderful then.
Alyssa always rode bareback, barefooted, on a Welsh pony, Ida (Idaho) who wore only a halter and a single rope for a rein. She was 13. When she wasn't riding, she had her nose in a book. Her mother became my very close friend until she died within a few weeks of finding out she had lung cancer, 15 years ago.
There was never a day or night that I remember, that Mary, her mother, didn't have a cigarette in her mouth, between her fingers, in an ashtray, or in a pack in a leather case with a Bic lighter in front of her. They were on the goat milking stand; on the dashboard, stuck in her blouse; they sat and waited for her on fenceposts. They were next to her in the garden (she had an enviable green thumb). Mary was my hero. She was a double amputee. She could do anything; everything. She was funny, full of mischief, intelligent, self-reliant and confident. She lost her legs in an accident when she was 14 months old, crawling out of the house unbeknownst to the family, and was sitting on the track when the train ran over her. She never knew she was different, and really, she wasn't. No one coddled Mary.
She had no patience with people who felt sorry for themselves because of circumstances or disability. She passed that down to Alyssa, who was also self-reliant, became a member of the USAF, and lived a life of make do. She also didn't mind when Alyssa picked up the cigarettes and became a chain smoker who watched her mother die of lung cancer. She didn't stop. That was 15 years ago.
Last summer the call from Alyssa - "I have some bad news." What she and the doctors thought for years were relics of Valley Fever, was lung cancer. There were MRIs, x-rays, CT scans, bone scans. There were tumors; in her lungs, in her brain, and something suspicious on a bone in her arm which hurt so much, she thought she had broken it. The cancer was attached to the bone.
She kept the remnant herd of ponies at "the ranch" which her mother bequeathed to her. It was just a collection of abandoned mobile homes, a half adobe house with a caved in roof where her half brother lives, which was in sight of the Mexican border on that new superhighway that will eventually connect Mexico to Canada. It hurt her arm to feed them, and she needed help with the bales and feed sacks.
Her conversations became at times, very bizarre. She started falling. Her behavior was strange and then she was fine. Mood swings. Delusions. She nosedived into the bathtub one night. The doctors said it was due to the tumors in her brain. Some could be removed and give her some quality time.
So Alyssa bravely chose the surgery, lamenting that it had taken her 10 years to grow her hair
but the doctors only cut a small patch out. She was discharged from the hospital in record time, though she imagined many odd things because her brain was still swollen from the surgery. One of them was that she would gamble, win big and do good for others. Maybe no so odd. Not for Alyssa.
They radiated her tumors, too. She sat with patches of hair in her lap. She lived with a man. They had nothing much. She never had any creature comforts, not even in childhood and for that I feel very sad. I sent her a pretty blouse. She was thrilled. She had nothing nice to wear for her doctor appointments.
We chatted every day for months. Then she had trouble with her phone, or so she said. Then she got a Trac phone. Then that went missing. I finally hunted her down by calling her friends.
She was having terrible pain in her neck, and going to the chiropractor, but it didn't work. She thought she had ruptured or cracked a disk when she took the fall into the tub.
Initially the doctors gave her four months. I think she told us in late July. But she was convinced she would lick it. She read about alternative medicine, got a prescription for medical marijuana, and then retreated to her recliner and her Chihuahuas, losing weight, losing contact with friends. I called a friend one night recently, and he said she had lost an enormous amount of weight, that she was very weak and occasionally did not make sense. He took her to the VA for some appointments. She had decided not to take the chemotherapy offered and stopped.
She was taken to the hospital three days ago in terrible pain. Last night they gave her heavy medication. This morning when I called she was sleeping peacefully, not quite in a coma.
Tonight she is in a hospice ward, unresponsive. Four hours or a day - she is not expected to have more time.
I will remember that girl on her gray Ida going up the street; coming back from Hansen Dam with my first donkey, Samantha, who would not cross water. We laughed hard and long about the charros with the jingling spurs on their hot horses, one on each side holding Sam's halter and dragging her across a tiny, shallow trickle of a stream. She never did cross water. And I remember her walking into her house one night with a cat named George. He was half Burmese, and she had him under her green jacket, with only his head showing. I wanted that cat. He had moonstones for eyes. He was two shades of chocolate with white trim. When he killed a baby chick, she gave him to me. I remember the family move to Three Rivers, to a block house with no heat except the old fashioned cookstove. There was no electricity, no plumbing and to flush the toilet, you had to get a bucket, take it down to the river and use it to flush. They took all the dogs, cats and livestock including the geese and of course, the Welsh ponies. They even had a cow. We spent Thanksgiving with them there once. She was happy and newly married then, but it ended in divorce.
Alyssa was loving and kind, an animal lover. Like her mother, no one was ever a stranger. She was an "easy keeper", lived a simple life and didn't require much to make her happy - guacamole salad, her cookbooks, her ponies and her dogs and cats.
Alyssa has the deep voice of her mother and her mother's laugh.
I'm going to miss her so much. She was so young - too young to do this to herself.
If you're reading this tonight, and if there's a cigarette nearby, please, to honor Alyssa, just put them down - forever. What everyone says is true. Cigarettes and all tobacco will kill you.
She and her friend were smoking 40 cartons a month between them, buying them cheap in Mexico.
As I write this, there's a good chance Alyssa, in the hospice ward, will have passed on already.
Goodnight, sweet girl. I miss you so much already. Maybe you are dreaming while your mother is with you, holding your hand. She's right there by your side. Don't be afraid. I love you.
Alyssa died easily and peacefully in the hospice and palliative care department of the Tucson VA hospital at 5:30 p.m. with her gentleman companion by her side.
Monday, December 5, 2011
TISSUE ALERT! ONE LAST CHRISTMAS
http://fellowshipofminds.wordpress.com/2011/12/05/one-more-christmas/
Maybe the teacher who told her class when studying the North Pole, there is no Santa Claus might like to donate to St. Jude's. We should send this to her.
Maybe the teacher who told her class when studying the North Pole, there is no Santa Claus might like to donate to St. Jude's. We should send this to her.
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Friday, August 19, 2011
DRUG SHORTAGE SCARE HITS USA!
http://articles.boston.com/2011-08-17/lifestyle/29897068_1_drug-shortages-cancer-drugs-doxil
And it'll get worse - far worse (remember the death panels are REAL) - with Obamacare.
And it'll get worse - far worse (remember the death panels are REAL) - with Obamacare.
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Friday, July 29, 2011
MY FRIEND IS HAVING BRAIN SURGERY TODAY AND I CAN'T KEEP MY MIND ON MY BLOG TODAY, SO
I am reminding you to check out http://www.drudgereport.com and http://www.prisonplanet.com because I just can't sit here anymore. It's been five hours now and she is still in surgery. They found three tumors on her brain, resulting in horrible headaches the past few days, and loss of balance that sent her headfirst into the floor. The last time it was into the bathtub.
Her cancer is at stage 4.
So if you have a moment today, think of my friend, and send her your prayers, your positive thoughts or just good vibes. She didn't deserve this. Not at 53. Nobody does.
And please - don't smoke. You can walk away from tobacco; it's difficult, but it's doable. There's help for you.
Don't end up like Alyssa.
Her cancer is at stage 4.
So if you have a moment today, think of my friend, and send her your prayers, your positive thoughts or just good vibes. She didn't deserve this. Not at 53. Nobody does.
And please - don't smoke. You can walk away from tobacco; it's difficult, but it's doable. There's help for you.
Don't end up like Alyssa.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
HARRY REID, SCOUNDREL-INTIMIDATOR: WE WILL KILL THE GOP BILL ON DEBT CEILING IN THE SENATE
http://hosted.ap.org/dynamic/stories/D/DEBT_SHOWDOWN_REID?SITE=AP&SECTION=HOME&TEMPLATE=DEFAULT&CTIME=2011-07-27-12-47-33
If you are reading this blog regularly, I want you to think of cancer. How it spreads. Insidiously, quietly at first, and then it explodes and changes your life forever.
We have a cancer that is exploding in our houses of Congress, in the White House as well.
It is out of control and it will cause the death of our country from government tyranny and terrorism from within our government.
We are in a freedom fight right now, this minute.
As law-abiding citizens, we eschew making scenes, protesting, changing things by ourselves. Ourselves? Our pitifully weak selves who just go to work, come home, eat dinner, play video games with the kids, kick back, watch tv? Do you realize the power of one; the power of two? The power counted exponentially and the formula mandated by the Declaration of Independence?
The Obama Train is off the track and heading for disaster at fatal speed.
You won't be saved if you hang on.
It is out of control and it's up to us to insure that Constitutional government is returned to Washington, DC.
If you are reading this blog regularly, I want you to think of cancer. How it spreads. Insidiously, quietly at first, and then it explodes and changes your life forever.
We have a cancer that is exploding in our houses of Congress, in the White House as well.
It is out of control and it will cause the death of our country from government tyranny and terrorism from within our government.
We are in a freedom fight right now, this minute.
As law-abiding citizens, we eschew making scenes, protesting, changing things by ourselves. Ourselves? Our pitifully weak selves who just go to work, come home, eat dinner, play video games with the kids, kick back, watch tv? Do you realize the power of one; the power of two? The power counted exponentially and the formula mandated by the Declaration of Independence?
The Obama Train is off the track and heading for disaster at fatal speed.
You won't be saved if you hang on.
It is out of control and it's up to us to insure that Constitutional government is returned to Washington, DC.
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