I have such a love/hate relationship with Spring... After a long, cold and snowy winter I am so happy to see the green shoots popping up from the ground and the little buds growing on the trees. I am fortunate enough that I don't suffer too much from seasonal allergies and when I do, a couple puffs of Enchanted Essentials Allergy Blend makes me feel so much better. What I DREAD are ticks and the start of daily tick checks and harping on the kids to make sure they check and double check their bodies every night before bed for those horrific little terrorists.
A few weeks ago I had been out in the garden, prepping for planting and sure enough found a tiny little deer tick on my stomach. It had latched on pretty well and I utilized a handy little spoon-like tick removal device to yank it out. These little tools are clever and efficient. They scoop it out, head and all - easily and almost painlessly. I've heard of many different ways to remove ticks and after some research I found out that these little devices are the safest and easiest. Prior to having one of these (okay I have like five stashed all over, including one in my purse!) I used to use tweezers which are pretty awful as it's difficult to get the whole tick out - often leaving the blasted head embedded in my skin. I've also heard some folks use liquid soap which they say encourages the tick to back out on its own. I've also read that ticks will often vomit when the soap hits them. This of course is dangerous as they're vomiting their toxic bacteria right into your body. Definitely not a good plan.
After removing the tick, I stuck him in a small plastic bag with the date written on it with a sharpie. I then stuck him to the fridge with a magnet to let him die a slow and painful death. I'm usually very humane when it comes to all living creatures except ticks. I HATE THEM! I contacted the University of Massachusetts Tick Report and paid my $75.00 and shipped my dead tick off to be tested. About a week later I got an email with the report letting me know that this tick tested positive for both Borrelia general species and Borrelia burgdoreri sense lato, as well as, Babes microti. Oh joy, now it's time to go to the doctors to be tested to see if the little arachnid has infected me. I'll keep you posted. In the meantime, please take a look at one of my archived blogs from June of 2017. It offers some great suggestions for keeping these little terrorists out of your yard. I have 5 yards of mulch being delivered tomorrow so I can create a border to keep them away!
Have a great Spring and remember to check and double check for ticks everyday.
Today a friend posted some questions on Facebook concerning dense breast tissue and what are the best diagnostic tools available to women. I read through all the responses to her post and was dismayed at how little women know about their own bodies.
A couple of quick facts: 96% of all Americans are iodine deficient. Only 2% of all breast cancers are hereditary. 98% of all breast cancers are caused by environment. That’s a pretty big number, read on to find out why these statistics matter.
Iodine is necessary for every cell in the body. It’s required by the Endocrine System in order to produce hormones. When organs and especially glandular tissues receive adequate iodine, they function well producing and excreting hormones. Without adequate iodine, fluid filled cavities begin to form in the breasts. This is often diagnosed as dense tissue or fibrocystic breast tissue. Many doctors will tell you that although it may be painful, it’s a harmless condition. This is false, fibrocystic breast tissue has recently been recognized as a precursor for breast cancer.
Here’s how it happens… our bodies require two halides (a family of elements with similar properties), iodine and chloride in order to function well. There are two other halides, fluoride and bromine that are toxic halides. They cause our bodies to dispel iodine and make it difficult to absorb both Iodine and chloride. Both of which are absolutely necessary for proper cellular health – especially within the breast, thyroid and prostate. Over the last 50 plus years, more and more fluoride has been pumped into our water, our toothpaste and our dentist office visits. We are exposed to bromine in so many ways, from mattresses, cushions and furniture to pool water, computers and cell phones. Not to mention in much of the processed baked goods, breads and cereals in the form of brominated flours. It’s no wonder our society is deficient in iodine. Unless you supplement or eat a lot of kelp (and other seaweeds), shrimp, cod and tuna you are probably deficient.
The government encouraged the iodization of salt in order to address a growing epidemic of goiters. While it helped for a while, unfortunately, our bodies were being inundated with fluoride and bromine and that small amount of iodine did little in the way of offering protection for regulating cell cycles. A reduction in consumption of seafood is also causing dips in iodine levels. People eat far fewer fish due to heavy metal contamination in our seafood. Supplementation of this incredible nutrient is paramount to healing your condition. For more information on supplementing and dosing recommendations with Iodine, contact me at: email@example.com
As a side note, I am a five-year breast cancer, survivor (it was an aggressive form of estrogen positive, ductal carcinoma) and by eliminating my dense tissue naturally through iodine supplementation, I was able to find a petit, pea-sized tumor that a 3D mammogram missed less than a few months before. Had I not found the tumor on my own early, my outcome would be very different and I more than likely wouldn’t be here. Mammograms do not work for dense tissue – it is a waste of your time and your insurance’s company’s money.
So, let’s talk about diagnostics tools; there are several. Mammogram, Ultrasound, MRI and Thermography. There’s a strong push to have yearly mammograms and generally insurance covers it. Mammograms are popular with medical practices because the procedure is done by a trained technician instead of a physician which saves the practice money as physicians have a much higher billing rate. This works for insurance companies as well for the same reasons. They don’t have to pay for a physician fee. Mammograms have become the Gold Standard for diagnosing breast cancer. However, mammograms are an ineffective way of screening a woman with dense tissue and often must be followed up by an ultrasound.
Ultrasounds use high frequency sound waves to create images of your organs and other internal structures. They are harmless and extremely accurate. My experience with ultrasounds for a breast check have always been with a physician performing the test, however, I have recently heard that now, some practices have specially trained technicians who are also able to perform the procedure.
MRI’s are yet another diagnostic tool to identify breast cancer. Magnetic Resonance Imaging utilizes radio waves, strong magnetic fields and field gradients to create images of your internal organs and tissue. They are harmless and can create amazing images which allow physicians to get a clear view of what’s going on in your body. Unfortunately, they are super expensive machines, are time consuming and often very uncomfortable for the patient with the potential for claustrophobia and the loud banging noise is really annoying. They are not cost effective for the hospital or the insurance company.
Last is Thermography which uses digital infrared thermal imaging to detect and record temperature changes on the skin. The presence of inflammation is shown as hot spots. Thermography is FDA approved but only in conjunction with Mammograms. Some believe that thermography is capable of finding cancers long before they even become tumors by identifying areas of inflammation in the body. Although conventional medicine looks down on thermography as a useless tool, most naturopathic doctors see its value. Most will agree that inflammation is the root cause of all disease. If you have a machine that can detect inflammation early on then I consider this tool to be a preventative tool not a diagnostic. Perhaps we should do more thermography early when there is less inflammation. A base line of your body of sorts. Every few years comparing thermograms to see if there’s a growing pattern of inflammation anywhere. In the presence of significant inflammation on a thermogram, it should be followed up with either an ultrasound or an MRI. I believe in the Hippocratic Oath and First Do No Harm means to me that it’s best to try all non-invasive forms of diagnosis first, before moving onto diagnostic tools that do harm. Mammograms would always be my last choice as a diagnostic tool.
Recently physicians have reported that mammograms should not be recommended for women with dense tissue as the dense tissue appears white on the screen, the same as a tumor would appear. They are being exposed to radiation needlessly as the diagnostic tool is not capable of identifying cancer in women with dense breast tissue. There are a number of considerable risks to having a mammogram – especially if you have them every year or more often. I highly recommend reading the following article by Dr. Chris Kresser of the Kresser Institute https://kresserinstitute.com/the-downside-of-mammograms/ Some of the risks she discusses in this article concern repeated exposure to radiation and compression of breast tissue. Compression can damage breast tissue and if there is a cancerous tumor present, it can cause the cancer to spread. The article also talks about other issues with Mammograms, for example, they are so good at picking up breast anomalies, that doctors are actually diagnosing and treating cancers that may not actually be cancer. Breast anomalies don’t always turn into an aggressive cancer.
Why would one choose to have a diagnostic test that has the potential to do harm when there are other options available. If your physician won’t let you have an Ultrasound then I would recommend finding a new practice. After all, Medicine is a business like any other. If you are trying to purchase an item and the sales clerk will only let you purchase the item that causes harm – why are you shopping there. This is your body and you have the right to make your own decisions. Don’t let anyone bully you into a procedure that you are not comfortable with and if you have dense tissue, please get in touch with me to discuss ways to eliminate it naturally.
Earlier I was reminiscing about past Easter Sundays. How over the years they’ve evolved from one of hectic preparation – matching outfits, baskets of candy, dinner with lots of relatives, and the egg hunt to a relaxed Sunday at home. Now I spend Easter Sunday in either my jammies on the couch or in my muck boots digging in the garden - depending upon the weather. A simple and easy dinner for my family of six and lots of laughter and noise. It’s all good.
As I looked through past photos I came across this one of myself, 14 years ago. It was March 27th, 2005 and UNC was in the Championship. (Since I’m married to a Tarheel this is a really big deal). We were headed to my brother’s house for the Annual Easter Egg hunt and dinner with lots of family. I was very pregnant with my third child, but not due for another month.
The kids had fun hunting for eggs and devouring candy while the adults sipped Mimosa’s and nibbled on shrimp cocktail, cheese and crackers. During dinner, I began to feel strange. Several times while laughing at a joke, I felt this strange kind of contraction – I assumed it was just Braxton Hicks except the contraction didn’t seem to release. After a few of these, my husband noticed something was wrong. We quickly made arrangements for the kids to stay with my brother and we headed for home to call the doctor and find out what she wanted us to do.
Once home, we waited for the return call from the doctor. My husband was glued in front of the television watching his beloved Tarheels and I was feeling extremely restless. I decided to take our dogs for a walk. While walking, the “non-contractions” began again. It was like I’d have two or three contractions in a row that didn’t release and then they’d release all at once. I hurried home with the dogs and called the doctor’s office again. My doctor was on vacation. The on-call obstetrician called us back and told us to come to the hospital right away.
We arrived in record time at Beth Israel Hospital. The hospital was quiet and the Labor and Delivery Ward even quieter. Just one other woman laboring away on Easter Sunday. There was some concern that I wasn’t due for another month so they planned to watch me and see if the contractions would stop with bedrest. Shortly after getting settled into bed, the non-contractions started again with much more gusto! On top of the contractions, my blood pressure started edging upward and I was diagnosed with preeclampsia and went from being a month away from delivery to giving birth on Easter Sunday.
My contractions were powerful and pushed me into full dilation within a few hours of arriving at the hospital. The Labor and Delivery Ward was full of residents who didn’t get the holiday off and a wonderful Jewish doctor who said he loved working Easter since it was just another day of the week for him. He had a great sense of humor and didn’t laugh when I told him that I wanted to pull my baby out – it was in my birth plan and since nothing else was going according to plan, I wanted to do this. It was truly an incredible experience as he helped guide my hands down so I could hook my fingers under her little armpits while the doctor cradled her head, with the next contraction I tugged and out she came – this tiny, little newborn girl. That is really my last happy memory of Anna’s birth. Once she was born they whisked her away to check her vital signs and look for signs of distress. She was just a little over 5 pounds.
I vaguely recall having her on my chest, but I don’t know if that’s a real memory or a memory from a photograph I have. What I do remember distinctly is the sudden pain that hit me maybe an hour or so after the birth. I felt like a Mack Truck was parked on my chest, I felt dizzy and disoriented and just so incredibly tired. I just wanted to close my eyes and go to sleep. Suddenly there was activity all around me, residents scurrying to get the doctor and my husband leaning over me. The last thing I remember from that night was my husband’s blue eyes close to my face and him saying, “Stay with me Pammy. Don’t you leave me. Stay with me.”
HELLP Syndrome stands for H - Hemolysis (breakdown of red blood cells), EL – elevated liver enzymes (liver function) and LP – low platelets count (platelets help the blood clot). HELLP Syndrome affects less than 1% of all pregnancies and typically begins during the last trimester of the pregnancy or shortly after childbirth. Many of the symptoms are often confused with common pregnancy symptoms such as nausea, fluid retention and feeling tired. Other symptoms can include nosebleeds or simple cuts that bleed excessively, headaches, blurry vision, upper right abdominal pain and seizures.
There are numerous complications that can occur including disseminated intravascular coagulation (blood clots forming throughout the body), placental abruption, pulmonary edema, respiratory distress, ruptured liver hematoma and kidney failure. Women who experience Preeclampsia and/or HELLP Syndrome are often at a higher risk for developing cardiovascular disease and strokes later in life.
I was fortunate – it was a slow night at BI and I had residents tripping over themselves to help as none of them had ever seen something like this before. All my needs were taken care of immediately and I had the best round-the-clock care. The other woman who gave birth that night had an easy birth with no complications. Around midnight they told my husband to head home and get some rest as I was out of the woods and resting comfortably. He arrived home to find our basement under almost a half a foot of water. Did I mention that sometime during Anna’s birth it had begun to rain and hard. After realizing that bailing with a gallon size jug was futile, Dave decided to leave it and head to bed.
The hospital woke him up a few hours later telling him to get back there immediately as they were afraid I had blood clots. Dave raced back into Boston in time to accompany my gurney down to imaging. A few hours later, I was back on the labor and delivery ward where I stayed for three nights and four days. Finally, at long last, I was deemed stable enough to head down to the post-partum ward and my kids could finally come to see me and meet their new, little sister.
My husband was amazing. I have no actual memories of any of this – my last memory was his beautiful, blue eyes telling me to stay and then waking up a few days later and not being able to focus my eyes and having no fine motor skills. Thanks to lots of medications including Magnesium Sulfate, it was weeks before I could tie my own shoes or snap my fingers. It did get me out of diaper duty for a while though! Sometime between when I crashed and when I woke up, Dave managed to get a couple of sump pumps and pump out the basement, retrieve the children from my brother’s, feed, bathe and amuse the one-year old and the four-year old and schlep back and forth to the hospital to bond with our newest family member and give her some parental love. It was several days before I could even hold Anna and breast feeding was not possible due to the anti-seizure medications. It’s no secret that Anna is a Daddy’s girl – she’s his little Tarheel and the two are the best of buddies.
This Easter, I’m going to give my two Tarheels some extra love and gratitude. I’m grateful to have them and I’m grateful to all those residents who helped make my outcome a positive one. Have a wonderful Easter Sunday.
I woke up tired, sore and grumpy this morning. My deepest apologies to anyone who has had the displeasure of dealing with me today. Fortunately, I’ve not yet been released, physically, upon unknowing clerks, other drivers and the rest of the world. Only those who venture past the porch are subject to the rants of my frustration and boredom.
After a little venting to friends… hopefully they're all are still my friends… I hobbled out to the porch where I reflected on my plight and came to the bold conclusion that as much as it sucks buckets to be laid up, unable to drive, unable to prepare even the simplest of meals without it being a complete pain in the foot (ha ha ha), and completely dependent on your husband, kids and friends… I realized that it could always be worse. I pulled myself up by my knee brace and hobbled back into the house.
Determined to figure out a way to turn my mood around, I hopped around the house on my crutches until my poor shoulder complained loudly and promptly gave out. Fortunately, I was in my bedroom and landed on the folding chair in the corner of my room. I honestly don’t remember which awesome member of my family was responsible for putting the chair there, but I was grateful for it today. Each member of our home has done so much, to help me out; things like carrying my lunch plate or bowl of soup to the table so I can sit to eat. I often just eat at the stove leaning on one foot as it’s easier than trying to get my food to the table without feeding it to the ever-present and ever-hungry, four-legged members of the family.
I came down pretty hard into the folding chair and was even more grateful that it was the padded kind and not plain metal. I spent a few minutes holding my shoulder and cursing my own stupidity. Wishing for more upper body strength to manage my crutches better, but knowing it’s futile. I have calves of steel and arms of cotton fluff. Sitting there, looking around the room, my eyes came to rest on my favorite picture; it’s a picture of my happy place. Our pond and cabin in the mountains. Just looking at the photo calmed me. I stopped holding my shoulder and began to gently massage it. The pain started to ease and I noticed my breathing had slowed and become deeper. I miss yoga. I miss my mountain pose, my downward facing dogs, I miss lying on the floor and meditating and I miss feeling my bare feet connect with the ground.
So now my mood has gone from just plain ornery to full on pity party. I guess that’s a bit of an improvement – at least the washer repairman who is coming this afternoon is safer. I stared intently at the picture on the wall and started to focus on my breathing more. Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out. Forcing stray thoughts away, I continued to breathe slowly and with intention, encouraging that breath to go right into my shoulder, breathing deeply and exhaling with purpose. Within a few minutes I felt lighter, my shoulder pain had diminished into the dull ache of an overworked, pulled muscle and I felt my arms rise over my head into a modified mountain pose. From there, I moved into half-moon and then onto five pointed start – or 3 pointed start as the case may be today. Suddenly, the realization came to me that I need not give up the daily practices that keep me sane, I need only modify them to suit my current situation. Who knew chair yoga could be so fulfilling. Okay family, it’s safe to come home now.
Today's view is from the back porch... a quick scan of the yard and my eyes settle on the tired and well-loved swing set. Every time I suggest passing it on to another family with young kids I'm met with that look of shock. A look that states, what could I possibly be thinking. I guess it's difficult to think about putting away one's childhood things.
The brisk, winter wind is encouraging the swings to dance on the end of their chains. If I close my eyes I can hear the high pitched voices of little ones playing. Laughing and giggling as they share a tea party in the treehouse. I remember asking them why they call it a treehouse since it's not in a tree, their response, "But Mummy it doesn't need to be, it's next to a tree, so it's a treehouse." Oh, good to know. I also remember in horror the sound of little Anna, at age two, falling backwards out of that treehouse. Her little body hit the ground with an enormous thud for such a tiny, little person. Thankfully, she was fine. Me, not so fine. This one is my daredevil, this one has fallen backwards down the basement stairs - not once, but twice. This one has knees that tell the story of a childhood filled with adventure and many boxes of Band-Aids!
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