Dr. Phobia

4 moodsI’m convinced I have a mental illness.  I call it Doctor Phobia.  It generally happens when I have to go get results and I’m kept waiting and waiting and waiting a long, long time for an appointment.  I am on time.  I am early actually.  But they (referring to my Dr’s) are NEVER on time.  Not my family Dr, not my Oncologist, and not my Radiation guy.  In fact, you know how they say “Patience is a Virtue”.  I do not have any of that when I have to sit in waiting rooms wasting whatever time I have left on this earth.  Besides, I’ve got a MILLION other things I’d rather be doing rather than sit there.

So todays story goes like this.  I had a radiation appointment at 10:30 on Wednesday.  I was suppose to go to a staff meeting at lunchtime to fill the teachers in on our Spring Concert, which, by the way, I am directing.  When I got to my appointment, I asked the secretary if he was on time because I really needed to go somewhere else at 11:00.  She said there was only one person ahead of me.  I’d probably see him by 10:45.  I went downstairs, had a drink, got myself a sandwich.  Went back and waited.  At 11:00 I asked when I’d see him.  She said there were two people ahead of me.  Wondered about that one since I was told at 10:15 there was only one person ahead of me. Now there were two?   Hmmm.  Pondered what I was going to do.  Should I stay or should I go?  If he tells me I’ve got more cancer I wasn’t going to do anything differently anyway.  I was still going to go to Germany.  

So the new me, decided to ditch the doctor’s office.  I knew Maria O’Kane would have been proud of me.  She used to tell me it was fine to be late and cancel if you didn’t want to go!  She had guts!

I wasn’t sure if it was the right decision, but I had things to do and I really didn’t want to stick around while the meter was running at $4.75 per half hour.  So I asked the secretary to get him to phone or email me the results.  She told me to phone the nurse’s hotline and ask for them.  I did.  Three times.  They said they couldn’t do anything for me…I had to phone for my records.  I emailed my Carepath nurse and asked her to get my results for me, but she’s on vacation. 

Then I started stewing about how was I going to find out.  First I don’t want to know the results.  Then I’m obsessed about getting them.  So I phone his secretary and told her to tell him I was going back to Germany next week and I had to know by Monday what vertebraes had cancer in them so I could point them out to my doctor to get more stem cell injections. 

He just phoned. Apparently I’m fine.  Nothing showed up on the MRI.

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He sounded really, really surprised.  “How are you feeling?” he kept asking me.  “I feel great”, I told him.  I don’t think he could believe it since the last time I saw him I was yellow, my bone marrow was lite up like a Christmas tree on the MRI and my hemoglobin was so bad I needed a transfusion.  But all is good now.  He said, “Okay, how about we do another MRI in 2 months?”  “Sure”, I answered. 

YIPPEEEE!

Italy here I come.  Germany, you too. 

Thanks for all the prayers family and friends. You know who you are!!!

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P.S.  I had my Vitamin C I.V. today.  My Naturopathic doctor could not believe my hemoglobin level went from 78 to 126 so quickly without a blood transfusion.  I think she wants a bottle of the stuff I got from Germany to try it on her patients!

I will try to blog my escapades with my friend/colleague Mary when and if we get wi-fi as we are travelling across Italy.  I can’t wait.  Ciao for now!

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Miracles Happen, Right?

IMG_2225Tuesday, January 5

Would you believe that I still have no results pertaining to my lung yet?  I was checking all day, scared of what I might find.

Saw my surgeon.  He is a good guy. Asked me how I was doing.  I’m okay, I told him, but it looks like I have mets in my bone marrow again… although I don’t really believe it because this happened to me before when I came back from my cancer treatment in Germany.

Oh?  Why did you go to Germany?

Now there’s a loaded question.  This is what I told him.  Hmmm…it might be because they almost killed me three times here.  Or maybe it was because the hormone treatments stopped working and they told me they couldn’t do anything for me anymore except manage the pain.  That’s when I decided to high tail it outta here because at least over there they thought they could keep me alive for many years to come.

“Well it looks like Dr Sahgal is happy with your progress,” he said.  “Nothing going on in your spine.  Your bones are growing back and your hardware is good.”

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“Yes but my oncologist is not happy with me right now because I’m not doing what he is telling me to”, I replied.

“How did you find out about this place?”, he asked.

“My friend knew someone who went there”, I told him.

Short and sweet and I was out of there with an appointment scheduled for next year.

Before I saw him,  I was talking to the nurse in the room by myself (she was the one that nicknamed me “The Screamer” after my surgery).   I asked her if she would mind looking for my chest CT scan on her computer because it wasn’t appearing on myUHN.  I had results for my pelvis and abdominal scans, but nothing has been reported about my lungs.  I was worried because I have been coughing lately and I was told in August that I had a tumour at the bottom of my right lung.  She checked.

Thank heavens PMH actually did the scan which included the lungs.  That was a relief because I would have gone on some kind of Italian rampage if someone messed that up and I had to go do this again. I really don’t need more radiation considering I’m maxed out.  The nurse went through the slides and said, “I’m no technician or anything but I don’t see anything”. Meanwhile, I was peering over looking for white spots on my lung scans too and didn’t see anything either.

Now wouldn’t that be something if the 1.9mm intelligent doubts, stupid confidencetumour they found in August and spots on the fissure line disappeared just like the thing on my pancreas?

Miracles do happen, right?

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That afternoon….I decided to try something new today to alleviate my bronchial asthma problem.  I visited a salt cave.

Several years ago when I experienced this same yearly nagging cough in the fall (rain + leaves = mould), my allergist told me the only way to get rid of it is to go to somewhere hot with a beach and breathe in the salt water air.  Sounds enticing.

Well although I would love to escape right now, it ain’t happening due to the fact that my family dr seems to think I need a blood transfusion and I’m not exactly rich.  Btw, I phoned Germany for some hemoglobin help and it should be on its way.  Plus I stopped taking my German drugs temporarily until my white/red blood counts improve.  There was also some mention about giving me a neupragena (sp?) shot ($3,000-4,000 a pop) on my Sunnybrook blood test results but no one has phoned me about that one yet.  That prescription certainly will give me lots of air mile points for my next trip, as a patient usually needs 3-4 shots to get their counts up. Although I think I would decline that proposed strategy because I’m sure it comes with some interesting side effects which I could do without.  I get to visit my family dr next week.  Can’t wait to discuss the sudden disappearance of “my baby.”

IMG_2211The salt cave was wonderful on my lungs.  I spent the first 1/2 hour coughing up a storm.  I felt rather bad for the gentleman in the cave with me and my older sister.  He certain didn’t get a quiet session because I was coughing up a lung.  Felt really good.  Salt is so healing.  Wish I had know about this before when I suffered with bronchial asthma.  I can’t use a puffer because I’m allergic to ventolin, alupent and its whole medicinal family including it’s cousins.  The cave was a little bit cool so I wore my white alpaca babushka hat which I bought from Germany.  My friend Doug calls me the Snow Queen whenever I where it.  The cold weather lately sure warranted it.

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Wednesday, January 6

Still no lung news.  I phoned the CT Scan place….got a recording, what else.  Maybe if I’m in a bad mood, I’ll nag them and call them every 5 minutes tomorrow.  Fill up their answering machine with 20+ calls.

Today I went to The Art For Cancer Foundation and made the  winter scene above.  It was challenging.  I enjoyed painting it, but my back sure could use a rest.  Time for bed.

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Below are the benefits of going into a salt cave, should you ever decide to go.  The one I went to was in Mississauga.  There is one near York University, in Niagara Falls, and The Windsor Arms Hotel.  I didn’t realize it increases your hemoglobin level too!  Next time you’re sick or have a respiratory ailment you may want to check it out.  Prices range from $17 (Groupon) to $50 for an hour session depending where you go.

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Another Year Without Christmas Shoes

Well, I survived another Christmas. My husband asks me every year if he needs to run out to buy me Christmas slippers yet. Ha ha. He’s got Christmas Slippers part one and two if you want to watch it. Just don’t ever return them.

Unfortunately I have been sick for about 3-4 weeks. The wet, damp mouldy weather we’ve been having is making me cough up a lung as I’m allergic to mould. Today is the first day it’s actually snowed which I’m hoping is going to help. Either that or I’m going to have to go somewhere hot where there is salt water. I’ve got to find a way to dry up my lungs.

I had a blood test over a week ago and got some really bizarre results. (low wbc and rbc, low hemoglobin, low hemocrit, high LD, high B12 and high ferritin. I’ve been getting cramps in my legs and I cant walk up a flight of stairs without being out of breath and having fast heart beats. The nurse at my Drs office told me to go back and redo the blood tests because my blood coagulated and it probably wasn’t accurate. I asked her to put the requisition into the lab and I would go the next day. I went, the requisition wasn’t there. They called up to the office. The secretary said she didn’t know anything about it and the nurse wasn’t coming in until the afternoon. I left. Got a phone call from the nurse later telling me she forgot to put in the requisition but she would do so now. Too late been there twice. Didn’t feel well enough to go back again. So I don’t know what’s going on with my blood work.

On Christmas Eve I had my family coming over at 4:00. I also had to get my two shots in the stomach by CCAC at 2:40. I figured I had plenty of time to pick up the sushi dinner I ordered at Niji’s and the halibut and chips from Fish Joy. But I was wrong. I spent 2 1/2 hours running from one clinic to another one and back to the first one because they lost my file and none of the nurses could give me the shots. I was so desperate I told them I would shoot them into myself… just tell me how to do it. “I can’t do that,” I was told. I was pissed. Spoke to the supervisor on the phone who told me to return to clinic #1 one because that was the only place that had an experienced nurse who could give me the Zoladex (40 degree angle, 16 gauge large metal needle with a hollowed out inside with a pellet). And you know who the experienced nurse was? The same goof I had in clinic #2 I was trying to avoid because he needed two try’s to get it in me in September. Are you kidding me??? I told him, “Please don’t take this the wrong way, but I think that before Princess Margaret Hospital outsources its patients to get these needles, they should train you to do it first. This is ridiculous. I don’t want to be tortured.

My oncologist is going to get an earful when I see him. I never want to deal with this Nursing (?) company ever again. I’m certain that this clinic was the same bunch of idiots who sent a nurse to my house 5 years ago to change my picc line with bloody gloves!

And I now I find out from a friend of mine that they can give you one three month shot of Zoladex. If my oncologist only wants to see me every 3 months, then why can’t his nurse (who knows what she is doing), give it to me? I told him the problems I had been having trying to get this shot. Why didn’t he suggest the 3 month needle instead or something else that the CCAC is equipped to deal with? WTF?

And now to my next problem. Decided I’d better try and get the results of my MRI from Carepath in case I ended up in the hospital. I was feeling pretty rotten. So rotten that I didn’t make it to rehearsal or Christmas Eve service at my church which I have been singing for over 25 years.

The good news is that the tumours I got zapped at T8, T9 are stable (you could have fooled me because I still wake up in pain like someone shot me in the back every morning). There is also evidence of 2 cysts in my neck at C7, C8. But the bigs news of the day is that the technician wrote that there is metastatic cancer throughout my bone marrow OR I have developed something called myleofibrosis….which when I checked on the internet is some sort of blood cancer/leukaemia brought on from too much radiation. In other words, my spinal cord may have been fried and I have some sort of scar tissue which is causing me not to produce enough red and white blood cells.

Now I have been down this road before when I came back from treatment in Germany and I was told I had cancer throughout my bone marrow and I didn’t. I’m not about to have another bone marrow biopsy to prove them wrong again. I will just wait it out.

I’m betting the technician has never seen little piggy stems cells at work and doesn’t know what to call what he is seeing in my bone marrow. My appointment with the radiation guy is at 3:00 on Wednesday. Maybe I’ll get some real answers then.

Frankenmuth, Michigan

September 12, 2015

Sorry I haven’t been blogging all summer, but it’s hard to do when you have kids! Life has been a bit of a roller coaster ride.

Road tripI had planned on going to New York in July/August and on a driving trip to PEI and Cape Breton, but my plans were kiboshed because of 2 new tumours growing on T8 and T9. I knew something was up in June…just didn’t feel right. There is also something going on in my lung/diaphram and pancreas but I’m not sure what it is because I haven’t seen my oncologist to find out what he thinks….that’s a whole other story.

Wasn’t sure how I was going to make out doing the drive by myself. So I took the kids to Science North in Sudbury (4 hours away) to see how I would fair. Did okay, but sure was glad to get back and get on my biomat. My back really hurt.

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IMG_0266IMG_0279Then I underwent a week of radiation.  Bobo had the last week in August off, so we went to a niffty little German Bavarian Christmas town in the States called “Frankenmuth”. It houses the largest Christmas Store in the world….the size of a football field. And it really is that big.

IMG_0283Of course, we had to go there and check it out. Here are some of the pics! If you get a chance, you really must drive out there and check this place out, especially if you love Christmas! Took us about 4 1/2 hours to get there (via Sarnia border crossing).  Oh, and if you have kids there are 2 indoor water parks (The Bavarian Inn for smaller children and The Zehnders for older kids) which I am sure they will love.

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Now if water parks and Christmas Stores aren’t your thing, the little town is quite adorable and you can go for long picturesque walks and look around, shop at the quaint little boutiques or even go on an old fashion boat.  Something for everyone…even your cats and dogs.

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IMG_0412And if you are tired, and need a little push around the Christmas Store, they even have a wheelchair available to pick up!  Could have used a self-serve motorized one for myself though; Frack decided to take me for a quick ride, here, there, and everywhere!  He got a kick wheeling me around!

Fry the F**kers!


Looks like a have one or two new tumours giving me grief (T8-9).  My radiation doctor doesn’t really want to radiate it, saying I’ve had too much radiation.  He thinks I may qualify for a clinical trial on Photodynamic Therapy.  Small surgery, put some chemo/dye at the site, blow up the cancer cells with light/oxygen and cement the leftover hole in the bone. 


NutellaI was suppose to go have a CT Scan on Friday night at Sunnybrook to see if I fractured my spine during my Laser Quest escapade.  Still hurts.  I asked the secretary and the guy who phoned me about the scan to make sure that they also put in a requisition to check my liver/lungs while they were at it because I did not want to have more CT scans when I could do all three at once.  Needless to say,  I arrived at Sunnybrook only to be told that they were going to only check my spine.  I told the lady that I had an appointment to check all 3 areas at Toronto Western on August 5th and I’d rather keep that appointment instead.  So I left.  One CT scan is the equivalent to 500 x-rays.  Figured with this move I saved myself from an extra 1,000 x-rays and an additional dose of radiation dye.  Don’t think my radiation guy is going to be happy with me though when I see him on Wednesday.


In the meantime, I  have decided to try to blow up the tumour myself using Far Infra-Red Rays.  I bought this thing called a Biomat (by Richway).  It was not cheap.  I have been researching about it since I recently discovered it on a metastatic cancer website (Inspire).   Many lung cancer patients were getting good results after buying one.  Helped with pain management, got rid of the mucous in lungs after a couple of sessions and reduced/stabilized  tumour growth.  People felt better after using it.  Some hospitals in Japan are beginning this technology as well.

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Cancer patients typically have low body temperature (mine is 95 degrees celcius, when it should be 98).  I have been using a heating blanket/pad to combat feeling cold which is not good as it gives off electromagnetic waves (bad for the good cells in your body).  The biomat releases Far infrared rays (which cancer hates) and it’s good for your healthy cells.  It penetrates 6 inches deep into the body and also provides you with negative ions, improves your blood circulation and digestive system, and detoxes your body.  For every one degree you increase you core body temperature, it can make your immune system work more effectively.  For cancer patients it makes sense  that if you can improve your immune system, you have a better chance at living longer. 

Now that I’ve been using it for a couple of days, I am finding that I don’t feel like I’ve been shot in the back when I wake up….it’s more a feeling of being punched between the shoulder blades.  My digestive system has improved.  My body temperature is at 96.4, instead of 95, which still isn’t normal (98) but it’s on the right track.  I also have a lot more energy and feel better.  For some strange reason, my allergies seem better too.

Newest immunotherapy techniques involve giving patients a vaccine like polio (without the paralysis part of the disease) to stimulate the body to cause a fever.  If you can get a temperature of 104 for 20 minutes, you can kill cancer cells. 

Found a case of a breast cancer patient who got rid of the mets in her spine by going on the biomat over 2 months for 30 minutes each day at 158 degrees fahrenheit, the highest setting.

So my objective right now is to get my core body temperature to normal and at some point, to fry the fuckers.

And I’m going back to Germany in October.  Was hoping I’d be there for Octoberfest to try some beer and sausages, but apparently that event takes place in September.  Go figure.

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Funny Story…..

The day I brought my Biomat home and put it on the bed, our cat Jumper decided it was hers and lay on it.  Every time I went near her to get her off, she smacked me with her claws, which she never has ever done before.  I had to call for reinforcements….Bobo!  “Get her off my biomat”, I implored.  Man, she was not happy when he finally managed to scoop her up and move her.  Decided this new thing on the bed was hers.  Odd, don’t you think?  

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Grinning from ear to ear today!

Went to see my radiation doctor who smiled at me and told me my spine was stable, I looked great and “What exactly are you doing from Germany?”

Although I was REALLY tempted to tell him I was taking snake venom (which cuts off the blood supply tumours need to grow), I kept my mouth shut and shrugged because Bobo and Ric both told me not to say anything.  “You know I haven’t been taking anything from here in over 1 1/2 years” I told him.  “I know”, he said, “That’s amazing and you look really good too.  “How much did it cost you?”  $5,000 euros for a two week treatment ($7,500 CDN) I told him (although that does not include travel expenses, lodging, food, transportation, and meds).

He said that he has another patient who went to Germany for treatment and he is doing really well too.  He also said, get this, “You should tell your oncologist to look into it!” HA HA HA HA HA!

Never thought I’d ever hear a doctor say that!

I love my radiation guy!  Finally, someone on the same page as me!

I told him my oncologist thinks it’s quackery.

Man I hope he writes something about this in his clinical notes to my onc.  That would be sooooo lovely.

And The MRI Results Are IN!

Good news! Just got my MRI report. My many tumours in my spine are ALL STABLE!

HURRAY!

 

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The Snake Venom is WORKING!

 

 

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Doesn’t taste too bad…kind of like an alcoholic drink! Just got to get my head around it now that I know what it is.  Crap I was shitting my pants all day today with worry.

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So the plan now is, get off everything except what the German guy is going to send me (I’ve almost run out).  And make necessary adjustments next month when I get my lung x-rayed.  I’ve been on the snake venom for 3 months and nothing has increased in size in my bones since January, so this is very good news.  I can always go back on the tamoxifen later as I have a 3 month supply.

snake-RattleSnakeHopefully my heart will stabilize too without all the extra stuff I was taking which seems to have been interacting with one another.  I should have known better.  However, I’ve been through this road before with my heart, and know what I need to do (exercise/eat) myself back to health.

 

I Couldn’t Make This Up If I Tried

IMG_0275I’m having a weird week.  Hmmm where do I start?

IMG_0279Took something called Jut-U-SinR8 recommended by a the quack in Etobicoke and ended up in the ER with a convict, 5 security guards, and a room full of screaming kids and other sick people.  This is what happens when you live in Scarborough.  Decided not to stay.

 

IMG_0276IMG_0373Found a cute paramedic around the corner, showed him my heart monitor results and asked him if it was safe to get my husband to drive me to Mount Sinai (because the last time I came here with heart trouble they told me not to do that again)  or should I be enlisting in his ambulance services?  He said, “Oh, that is not good…. but I think your husband has enough time to get you there”.  Good enough for me, I thanked him and escaped.  Luckily, my racing heart startied to show signs of improvement and I told my husband, “What the heck, just take me home (where  left the kids alone).

IMG_0393IMG_0363The next day I went back to the quack and told him I didn’t have heart problems before I came here and now I was leaving with two.   All I got was 1/2 my money back.  Asshole.

 

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IMG_0466IMG_0461Went to the Naturopathic Clinic today for my Vitamin C infusion and was rejected due to my recent heart problems.  Brought out my meds from Germany and all my supplements and guess what I learned today?

 I’m taking snake venom!

How do you like them apples?

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IMG_0456IMG_0474So if I don’t have any increases in existing bone tumours, I would like to think the snake venom is working and whatever they saw in my lungs isn’t anything to be concerned about.  If, however, I have some new spots on any of my bones, I am going to have to come up with a different game plan.  Hopefully the spots they zapped in January with radiation are dead/stable.

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Snake venom doesn’t taste too bad, you know.  I mean, if you think about it, I’ve been given mustard gas (amongst other chemical warfare, I’m sure), thalidamide, and rat poison (and those are the ones what I know about).  It’s a wonder I’m not dead already.

I couldn’t make this up if I tried.

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Hope you like the photos of the spring flowers in our garden.

 

The Perks Of Being A Teacher, Chatty Cathy Has a Death Wish, Gluten-Free Me, and Art, Of Course!

The Perks Of Being A Teacher

Frick and I went to a concert last night (One Republic, and Lights was the Opening Act). It was really excellent.

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IMG_0181I haven’t been to a concert in decades and am a bit behind the times as to what you can and cannot bring inside. Not allowed to bring a glass bottle with water in it. You must dump it out before you enter. Ridiculous. I wanted to drink something and my filtered water is much better than buying an overpriced plastic bottle with BPA in it (which will feed my cancer). Try explaining that one to security. Also not allowed to bring an Ipad….and we had two. We were told to go to Gate One to check in my contraband. Frick was getting upset. Told me we were going to miss the concert…blah, blah, blah.  Should have ate faster and got here sooner….blah, blah, blah.

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So as we are racing to Gate 1, we passed Gate 2 and I thought I saw a face I recognized. “Wait A Minute. That great, big, hulk, towering well over 6 feet tall guy looks very familiar. I taught him. I know I did. I doubled back and read the name tag. “I know YOU!”, I shouted at him with a big smile. He looked at me for a minute, recognized me and gave me a hug. “Man, you are big!” I told him. “Are you a bouncer now?” I asked. “Yup”, he said, “Security”. “Good,” I told him. “I’ve gotta get in there,” pointing to the revolving door of the Air Canada Center.   I have cancer and need my glass water bottle, and I also have 2 Ipads. “I didn’t see anything”, he said and let me through. Gotta love the guy. Never really played by the rules when he was a kid and man that really works for me as an adult!  Inside we went and just in the nick of time ‘cause the concert started as soon as we sat down.

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Chatty Cathy Has A Death Wish

Both acts were awesome. I really loved listening to their voices….when I could hear them. Why? Well, we had this really annoying chick behind us yapping away the entire time. The teacher in me took over. I turned around and told her I paid good money to listen to music and if she wanted to carry on a loud conversation with her friend, I suggested she go outside and talk there. I think I shocked her a bit. Guess she told her stupid boy friends sitting further down what I said and then one of them began talking Really, Really loud. So I got up and complained to the usher who gave me free tickets to the disabled aisle on the 100 level.  Gotta love that….from 300 to 100!  Off we went to our new seats. Frick was not happy with me because we missed a song she liked. Too bad I told her. I didn’t want to hear her whining about “Chatty Cathy” any more and I was afraid I was going to get into a brawl with her…I knew she was thinking about dumping her beer on me in which case I would have gone psycho and killed her. Even the usher told me it was a good thing I complained and moved because that actually did happen to one of the guests in his section before.

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Gluten-Free Me

 

I went to a new Naturopathic Doctor who I think will be a great fit for me. He reads German and knew the medications I was taking from Germany. He seems very knowledgeable and knows of various cancer treatment protocols in different countries like Tijuana, Paris, Italy, France, and Germany. Apparently an Arab president/king(?) flew all the way over here to get treated by him. Anyhow, he has that ozone machine I was looking for, so I’m going to start that up soon ($250 a shot). My benefits don’t cover any of this so my Visa is going to take a hit.

 

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He prescribed me some supplements and I’m suppose to get a lot of blood work done so he has a base. He is going to try to find what the root of the problem it. Unfortunately, I’m on a gluten-free diet again. It is SO HARD to do this. There isn’t much to buy anywhere that doesn’t have some wheat in it. He told me to do it for 3 weeks until I see him again. I feel much better (not as much pain in my fingers/back), but I’m not sure I can do this gluten free for a long period of time. Plus no sugar, dairy, or vinegar. Salads are just not the same without some vinegar. Sigh.

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IMG_0171The acrylic paintings featured on my blog today are for Mother’s Day and are done by our gr. 2/3 class (ages 7/8). I’m going to another Art for Cancer Foundation course on Monday to paint spring flowers! Can’t wait.  More paintings from this class to follow when we finish them all.