Friday, October 31, 2008


I just finished paging through an old cookbook titled “Stories n Recipes From the great depression of the 30’s”. At the very least a sobering revelation to the current day issues. But also a accurate tribute to the Ingenuity and resourcefulness of young families of that time.
We are so very spoiled. And yes, we have come so far. But much has been lost as we moved forward in search of more comfort and an easier lifestyle.
My mother used to tell us how she and her brothers pulled a wagon down the Railroad tracks picking up coal for heat. Because the alternate was huddling together under a feather tick throughout the night to sleep. In my own childhood I have vivid memories of quickly running downstairs to huddle in front of the fuel oil stove in order to dress without freezing. And the kids of today would have all been “In style” , as everything we owned was patched upon patches. One of my favorite digs to my youngest Daughter was “ you’d better hope that Betty Crocker lives a long life because with out her little boxes you can’t cook. “ It was always done in fun, but my point was made. And I’m happy to say that she has become a very impressive little homemaker in her own Right. But the issue is a tragedy. Betty sells us a box of flour, to which we add most of the primary ingredients anyway and we bake. But in the process we’ve lost the ability to do things on our own.
80 years ago, The bottom dropped. Jobs were scarce at best and money hard to come by. and Life, or survival became the everyday challenge for everyone.
The present Generations can’t begin to understand the strange changes this country went through at that time. And the structure of our American Society had disintegrated. Banks became worthless, businesses closed, and factories followed.
The role of mothers became a challenge to provide meals out of the most basic of ingredients. This book tells of moms canning Weeds for food as gardens were not able to furnish enough for the winter. And work if you were very lucky paid a dollar a day. Gas was .19 cents a gallon, to expensive to waste so walking became the acceptable mode of travel. Shoes were worn to nothing, and then you replaced the cardboard everyday that covered the holes in your sole. Soda pop was 5 cents a bottle but there was never any extra money for unnecessary sweets.
Cooked oatmeal was a godsend. Mom served it for breakfast, then pressed it in a pan to fry for burgers on the evening meal, meat was for the rich folks. Old clothes were recycled of not usable. Feed sacks turned into school dresses. Seams were carefully ripped apart and the cloth re-used to make new garments. Grandma’s old shredded nightgown became baby clothes and lining for mittens, Grandpa’s old worn socks became the cuffs for those mittens.
Often we see the frugality in older folks, and we snicker, but we were spared that struggle. And we have no rights except those given to us freely by a people who survived things that would challenge our very being.
We need to re-visit those days and take account of what we have and what we deem important.
A recent summer storm knocked out our power requiring that we grill out for a few days. I saw with my own eyes Actual Panic at the local quick stop because folks were unable to buy a little ice. I saw both anger and fear, and this was just three or four days. My God!! What will happen if we are required to re-live the 30’s?
We don’t need to dwell on what might happen, but we should consider where we are and what we can do if we are called on to function without all our comforts.
It’s called the 30’s because this was not just a day in our History, It spans years of struggle as those hard working folks brought this Country back from the hardest times on record. We need to be responsible with what we’ve been given.


Q"" It's difficult to believe but it's true. A single blood test can tell WITH GREAT ACCURACY weather there is Cancer in your body" DR Samual Bogoch

Excerpts from "Nutrition and Healing, May 1996

DR Samual Bogoch, MD. PHD who led the discovery of the Products which form the basis for "anti-Maligin antibodies currently offered by Oncolab.

Dr. Bogoch answer,, Yes, It's difficult to believe but it's true. The blood test is for Anti-malignin anti -body. It measures a general anti-body against Cancer, Something we were all taught in Medical school Didn't happen.. So it makes it a bit hard to except. This Anti-body reacts to a general Cancer antigen- an Antigen not related to a particular type of Cancer, But to weather normal cells have undergone Malignant Transformation. When Malignant Transformation of any cells occurs, This antigen is produced.

This test, sometimes referred to as an AMAS TEST can detect cancer "activity" in your body LONG BEFORE it reaches the "LUMP" stage.
This Test has been proven to be 95 percent effective in detection or sensitivity.
This test is done on a single Blood sample frozen, and sent to a Lab, results take about a week.
This has been around since 1996, while thousands die every year from cancer.

to confirm my comments contact Dr. Greg Peterson DC.,DABCI, FIAMA,CCST , Natural Medicine Specialist, Center for Natural Medicine,

Wednesday, October 29, 2008


The press of the mid day sun feels wonderful as it warms my back. A crisp Autumn breeze swirls in from the north gathering the last of the dying leaves and spreads them gently over the ground below. . The once plush green of the Garden now a mix of depleted rows, Dried stems mottled vines. The tree’s lay bare of fruit and leaf. Her branches stretching skyward as if to capture those last rays while a red squirrel chatters a season’s close.
But the mornings bring a winter sky a cold color of gray hiding the sun with a chill that reaches to the bone. A blanket of White frost lays heavy, smothering the dying green and one can almost hear the cries as each piece of summers green succumbs to the killing cold to a seasons end.
Folks who claim there is no God amaze me so. For to watch the progression of seasons change gives very little doubt to His presence or His power.
Small animals gather food and begin to store. Birds gather and soon leave for a warmer climate. Even the fish in my pond feed aggressively, then begin to transition into a mode requiring no food and very little movement even before the first ice skims the water surface. Plants finish their cycle and go dormant hiding from the frigid winter Weather. Even the huge Oak and Maple shed their leaves and conform to an awesome plan set
Forth by the King of Kings.
The “frosty Mornings of late Autumn are conditioning, and soon will be replaced with the real deal as Arctic cold move down from the north. Fall wardrobes will not be enough and caps will become a necessity to capture body heat in order to stay warm. A leisure summer stroll out to the car will soon become a mad dash to a running auto with a heater blasting to avoid the cutting cold. Vehicles, needing maintenance, or just tired from use will refuse to function as the bone chilling cold takes its toll. And layers of much heavier materials will now replace the thin summer clothing.
The Ice on the lakes will reach 4 foot thick, and cars will drive out to a spot and drill a hole to fish. I have fond memories of fishing with my dad. Building huge fires on the ice and roasting cheese sandwiches on a forked willow sticks over the open flames. One time a Beaver stuck his head up through my fishin hole and scared the daylights out of me. We’ve learned survival up here and we teach our kids. If you’re caught outside you only have a few minutes to live if you don’t stay warm. So you need to know how to build a fire or burrow down into the snow. An Armistice day storm a few years ago left many dead as the weather changed midday stranding folks outdoors. Some were found standing dead next to small tree’s that were the only obvious cover found.
You travel prepared with blankets, fuel for heat, and a full fuel tank. If you stall you stay with the car and wait for rescue. Starting out on your own can be your death. I remember a Stormy Christmas Eve when our son was stranded at a friend’s house on a farm. My wife was so upset and worried that I set out to get him. The main roads were open but the side roads plugged with snowdrifts. So I walked in the last half mile. The snow was blowing hard and the winds were howling. I could see a dim glow from the house lights so I just kept trudging towards it. Suddenly I fell through the snow ending up some 10 feet below where I was. Snow had drifted up the side of a stalled road Grader and I had walked up and off the other side. Snow had completely covered the huge machine. I got my Son and Christmas was continued with him there with us. There could have been a tragic end. But I am a seasoned hunter and fishermen, spending many hours in the snow or I would not have even considered that journey.
A year ago I spent October in California. It was a 60 degree morning, sun was shining as a set on my daughters patio in a T shirt drinking coffee. Folks were beginning their day and I saw many wearing coats n gloves, one young man blowing leaves in coat and stocking cap and gloves. I remember thinking; these guys need to visit Minnesota once to really experience the cold.
For 60 years I’ve watched the seasons, as one gives way to the next. I’ve thought about goin south ,,,,,,,,,,,,,, But,,,well maybe next year

Friday, October 24, 2008

MSG, its in almost everything!!~!

]!This article is very eye opening. Especially those of you with kids, TAKE THE TIME TO READ IT This is pretty interesting. We the public do not want to be rats in one giant experiment!!! The food additive MSG, (Mono-Sodium Glutamate) is a slow poison. MSG hides behind 25 or more names, such as 'Natural Flavoring.' MSG is even in your favorite coffee from Tim Horton's and Starbucks coffee shops! I wondered if there could be an actual chemical causing the massive obesity epidemic, and so did a friend of mine, John Erb. He was a research assistant at the University of Waterloo in Ontario , Canada , and spent years working for the government. He made an amazing discovery while going through scientific journals for a book he was writing called The Slow Poisoning of America . In hundreds of studies around the world, scientists were creating obese mice and rats to use in diet or diabetes test studies. No strain of rat or mice is naturally obese, so scientists have to create them. They make these creatures morbidly obese by injecting them with MSG when they are first born. The MSG triples the amount of insulin the pancreas creates, causing rats (and perhaps humans) to become obese. They even have a name for the fat rodents they create: 'MSG-Treated Rats.'When I heard this, I was shocked. I went into my kitchen and checked the cupboards and the refrigerator. MSG was in everything -- the Campbell 's soups, the Hostess Doritos, the Lays flavored potato chips, Top Ramen, Betty Crocker Hamburger Helper, Heinz canned gravy, Swanson frozen prepared meals, and Kraft salad dressings, low-faespecially the 'healthy low fat' ones. The items that didn't have MSG marked on the product label had something called 'Hydrolyzed Vegetable Protein,' which is just another name for Monosodium Glutamate. It was shocking to see just how many of the foods we feed our children everyday are filled with this stuff. MSG is hidden under many different names in order to fool those who read the ingredient list, so that they don't catch on. (Other names for MSG are 'Accent, 'Aginomoto,' 'Natural Meat Tenderizer,' etc.) But it didn't stop there. When our family went out to eat, we started asking at the restaurants what menu items contained MSG. Many employees, even the managers, swore they didn't use MSG. But when we ask for the ingredient list, which they grudgingly provided, sure enough, MSG and Hydrolyzed Vegetable Protein were everywhere. Burger King, McDonald's, Wendy's, Taco Bell, every restaurant -- even the sit-down eateries like TGIF, Chili's,Applebee's, and Denny's -- use MSG in abundance. Kentucky Fried Chicken seemed to be the WORST offender: MSG was in every chicken dish, salad dressing. and gravy. No wonder I loved to eat thatcoating on the skin -- their secret spice was MSG! So why is MSG in so many of the foods we eat? Is it a preservative, or a vitamin? Not according to my friend John Erb. In his book The Slow Poisoning of America , he said that MSG is added to food for the addictive effect it has on the human body. Even the propaganda website sponsored by the food manufacturers lobby group supporting MSG explains that the reason they add it to food is to make people eat more. A study of the elderly showed that older people eat more of the foods that it is added to. The Glutamate Association lobbying group says eating more is a benefit to the elderly, but what does it do to the rest of us?'Betcha can't eat [just] one,' takes on a whole new meaning where MSG is concerned! And we wonder why the nation is overweight!MSG manufacturers themselves admit that it addicts people to their products. It makes people choose their product over others, and makes people eat more of it than they would if MSG wasn't added.Not only is MSG scientifically proven to cause obesity, it is an addictive substance. Since its introduction into the American food supply fifty years ago, MSG has been added in larger and larger doses to the pre-packaged meals, soups, snacks, and fast foods we are tempted to eat everyday. The FDA has set no limits on how much of it can be added to food. They claim it's safe to eat in any amount. But how can they claim it's safe when there are hundreds of scientific studies with titles like these:'The monosodium glutamate (MSG) obese rat as a model for the study of exercise in obesity.' Gobatto CA, Mello MA, Souza CT , Ribeiro IA. Res Commun Mol Pathol Pharmacol. 2002.'Adrenalectomy abolishes the food-induced hypothalamic serotonin release in both normal and monosodium glutamate-obese rats.' Guimaraes RB, Telles MM, Coelho VB, Mori C, Nascimento CM, Ribeiro.Brain Res Bull. 2002 Aug.'Obesity induced by neonatal monosodium glutamate treatment in spontaneously hypertensive rats: An animal model of multiple risk factors.' Iwase M, Yamamoto M, Iino K, Ichikawa K, Shinohara N, Yoshinari Fujishima. Hypertens Res. 1998 Mar.'Hypothalamic lesion induced by injection of monosodium glutamate in suckling period and subsequent development of obesity.' Tanaka K, Shimada M, Nakao K Kusunoki. Exp Neurol. 1978 Oct.No, the date of that last study was not a typo; it was published in 1978. Both the 'medical research community' and 'food manufacturers' have known about the side effects of MSG for decades.Many more of the studies mentioned in John Erb's book link MSG to diabetes, migraines and headaches, autism, ADHD, and even Alzheimer's.So what can we do to stop the food manufactures from dumping this fattening and addictive MSG into our food supply and causing the obesity epidemic we now see?Several months ago, John Erb took his book and his concerns to one of the highest government health officials in Canada . While he was sitting in the government office, the official told him, 'Sure, I know how bad MSG is. I wouldn't touch the stuff.' But this top-level government official refuses to tell the public what he knows.The big media doesn't want to tell the public either, fearing issues with their advertisers. It seems that the fallout on the fast food industry may hurt their profit margin. The food producers and restaurants have been addicting us to their products for years, and now we are paying the price for it. Our children should not be cursed with obesity caused by an addictive food additive.But what can I do about it? I'm just one voice! What can I do to stop the poisoning of our children, while our governments are insuring financial protection for the industry that is poisoning us?This message is going out to everyone I know in an attempt to tell you the truth that the corporate-owned politicians and media won't tell you.The best way you can help to save yourself and your children from this drug-induced epidemic is to forward this article to everyone. With any luck, it will circle the globe before politicians can pass the legislation protecting those who are poisoning us.The food industry learned a lot from the tobacco industry. Imagine if big tobacco had a bill like this in place before someone blew the whistle on nicotine?If you are one of the few who can still believe that MSG is good for us and you don't believe what John Erb has to say, see for yourself. Go to the National Library of Medicine at <> .Type in the words 'MSG Obese' and read a few of the 115 medical studies that appear.We the public do not want to be rats in one giant experiment, and we do not approve of food that makes us into a nation of obese, lethargic, addicted sheep, feeding the food industry's bottom line while waiting for the heart transplant, the diabetic-induced amputation, blindness, or other obesity-induced, life-threatening disorders.With your help we can put an end to this poison.Do your part in sending this message out by word of mouth, e-mail, or by distribution of this printout to your friends all over the world and stop this 'Slow Poisoning of Mankind' by the packaged food industry.Blowing the whistle on MSG is our responsibility, so get the word out.

Getting Started

This is not rocket science. There izz ooodlez of info out there now to easily convince almost anyone that our lifestyle izz whats killing us. And moving away from Cancer And many other plaguing diseases is as easy as backpedaling. My cancer site,, is an in-depth look at what’s happening. As well as reasons to back up my comments. But many now have e-mailed to ask how to get started on the road to recovery. And that parts easy. To begin with, God has appointed you a number of days. If he’s decided your stay is over, you need to seek his face. If you don’t know Him, I’m very sorry. And suggest you take some time to do so. I know Him as an awesome King who has blessed my life, none of which I deserve. And He has provided everything you need to sustain a healthy life . HE has placedThe tools you need to fight ALL disease at your fingertips and often even free. So begin by drinking fresh, clean water, Gods medicine. * Replace the sweet drinks, soda , and coffee . Sugars stall the immune system, diet drinks contain Aspartame or other poisons, and coffee is a Diuretic. * Drinking good organic tea’s is a way to help clean toxins from your body.. *Exercise allows more oxygen into the body to boost immunal powers, Exercise outdoors, as the sun provides free vitamin D to strengthen your body. * Begin to move away from processed foods. Many preservative’s, dryers and additives are toxic to the body. *Buy meats, dairy, and produce locally, selecting certified organic or products free of toxins. *Include fresh or raw foods into every meal.. lettuce , cabbage, fruits veggies etc. *Pay attention to what your doing, soaps, Laundry powders, shampoo’s, creams, toothpaste all have preservatives, and most are toxic. Formaldehyde is widely used because its cheap, but it’s a highly suspected toxin. Fluoride IZZ poison!!~! some toothpastes carry an overdose warning, Hmm why izz that?? Remember, your skin is a porous organ, absorbing what ever you put on it. I can suggest some that are better if you write me. And finally find good supplements. Understand that most “vitamins” stall out in the stomach, because they aren’t able to be absorbed. And much of their content is lost. Good supplements will have a host system to carry the nutrients through the cell structure. For 12 years I watched scores of very unhappy folks move through the revolving doors at our local cancer clinic. New faces at each of our weekly visits. Its big business, and it’s Not working. You need to address your own health. And the way to stop cancers attack is to back away from the stuff that got yu here. And Gods Medicine works!!. Because of our own struggle we stand ready to help you in yours . Feel free to e-mail if we can help,,, SSNUFFY

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

IT's A Miricle!!~!


Well God could see that I was hurtin bad
That my life down here wuz reelee sad
Every thing I tried would just go sour
And the things I fixed wouldn’t last an hour.

So He sent me a miracle thru a friend
Gonna help me out n put an end
To all the stuff that drives me nuts
And made me such a horrible clutz

It’s a miracle, It comes on a roll
Yu kin tear some off n fix yur sole
Or mends ole socks n broken toys
I tell ya it’s one of heaven’s joys

It can fix yur bike or cover a dent
Even plug up holes in the neighbor’s fence
Makes a dandee sole for tired ole shoe
Aint hardly a thing that it wont do

Itza quick bandaid for a nasty sore
Even got a spare if yu need one more
Itza quick repair for a tire gone flat
And a million other things like that

I tell ya true its the greatest thing
Since cheese popcorn n ding a lings
If yu buy a roll one things for shore
It wont b long you’ll be back for more

So lend an ear , n ill tell yu true
I have the cure for the stuff yu do
Lifes goin good n I have no care
As long as my duct tape iz hangin there

Sunday, October 19, 2008


This information is being circulated at Walter Reed Army Medical Center as well.
No plastic containers in microwave.
No water bottles in freezer
No plastic wrap in microwave.
A dioxin chemical causes cancer, especially breast cancer.
Dioxins are highly poisonous to the cells of our bodies. Don't freeze your plastic bottles with water in them it releases dioxins from the plastic.
Recently, Edward Fujimoto, Wellness Program Manager at Castle Hospital,was on a TV program to explain this health hazard. He talked about dioxins and how bad they are for us.
He said that we should not be heating our food in the plastic containers...
This especially applies to foods that contain fat.
He said that the combination of fat, high heat, and plastics releases dioxin into the food and ultimately into the cells of the body.....
Instead, he recommends using glass, such as Corning Ware, Pyrex or ceramic containers for heating food.. You get the same results, only without the dioxin. So such things as TV dinners, instant ramen and soups, etc., should be removed from the container and heated in something else. Paper isn't bad but you don't know what is in the paper. It's just safer to use tempered glass, Corning Ware, etc. He reminded us that a while ago some of the fast food restaurants moved away from the foam containers to paper. The dioxin problem is one of the reasons...
Also, he pointed out that plastic wrap, such as Saran, is just as dangerous when placed over foods to be cooked in the microwave. As the food is nuked, the high heat causes poisonous toxins to actually melt out of the plastic wrap and drip into the food. Cover food with a paper towel instead.This is an article that should be sent To anyone important inYour life!

------------------------------------- Bottled water in your car is very dangerous.
This is how Sheryl Crow got breast cancer. She was on the Ellen show and said this same exact thing. This has been identified as the most common cause of the high levels in breast cancer, especially in Australia. A friend whose mother was recently diagnosed with breast cancer and the Doctor told her: women should not drink bottled water that has been left in a car...The doctor said that the heat and the plastic of the bottle have certain chemicals that can lead to breast cancer. So please be careful and do not drink bottled water that has been left in a car, and, pass this on to all the women in your life. This information is the kind we need to know and be aware and just might save us! The heat causes toxins from the plastic to leach into the water and they have found these toxins in breast tissue. Use a stainless steel Canteen or a glass bottle when you can! LET EVERYONE WHO HAS A WIFE / GIRLFRIEND / DAUGHTER KNOW PLEASE.


We really are not much better than the proverbial Ostrich when it comes to Life . I'm more convinced of that now than ever before. Each Generation moves a little bite farther away from things that are not fun until now if it even sounds like something not fun we just turn away.
Common sense comes in many flavors now. If one doesn't suit well , just find one that does. 40 Years ago if "shep'" quit goin down to git the cows he lost his job,,, permanently. Today we'd be more apt to find him a good "dog shrink." I'm an old guy, and at 60 that correlation is a hard swing. Much of today's "stuff" just doesn't gel with my "growin up" Butchering was a way of life for us. When it was time for meat, one of the herd needed to be slaughtered. Dad took the gun ,and shot the steer. While Mom stood ready to cut the throat and stir the blood as the animal bled out. If you were an old enough Son it was your job to help carry meat to the summer kitchen.
Recently, I took an adult Son along as we butchered some pigs. To me, it was just another butchering day. But the shock on my Son's face shocked me more than I can say. While he stuck with his dad I had been given a very clear picture of how awful this was for him.
I share that word picture to show comparison from then to now. and it covers my point of avoiding discomfort.
The journey through this cancer battle has had many many uncomfortable moments, many scary times . And we went from having a life full of hopes and dreams to having absolutely nothing but tests, appointments and procedures. And as we learned and grew in our knowledge about Cancer and disease in general. I though, we need to share this. We now have many of the key points and reasons why this happens. And we need to be responsible and provide it so others don't have to go through this.
So I designed a website and pay to keep it out there. With years of absolute personal current data to support my words and give hope to those in struggle.
This, and many of today's Epidemic diseases can absolutely be avoided by changing the diet, flat out!! no question!!~!.
yet I'm finding that folks would rather not face it. Many write to ask questions but it's the ones who have been told that its their cancer and now THEIR disease.
Once it grabs you, its a new game. And the race to the end is all consuming. A subject that held no interest and turned them away last week has now become devastating burden to consume every waking moment.
I've had cancer. And I gotta tell ya, being set in those stirrups, and having a Nurse your daughters age "messin" with parts best left covered. Then shoving a garden hose up into your body thru an opening NOT made for that purpose, is not an experience most would enjoy.
God has provided you with a very resilient body. But constant abuse will bring it down. I urge you to look at what your eating. and find out how to avoid disease by taking care of your health.
The purpose of this blog is to inform you. The website is , one word.
My e-mail is we can help, and what a privilege it would be to help you avoid Sickness and disease. Gods very Best SSNUFFY

Friday, October 17, 2008


At the age of 60, I’m thinking maybe I’m starting to wise up a bit. A twelve year battle with Cancer has revealed lots of “stuff”that’s really not adding up. There is no better way to learn stuff than a flat out crash coarse in stayin alive. The Marlboro Man started it all but it goes lots deeper than that. I’ve learned that Floride is a poison. And Municipal water supplies are held at a “tolerable” level of bacteria. And all those shampoo’s, crèmes, n mousses, Deodorants, sprays n meds , are stuffed full of things like Formaldehyde, Ammonia, bleach and many other “toxins, snuck in there for “my benefit. So each day all that “stuff” iz oozing into my body as my Immune system tries desperately to stay in balance. I used to wonder how folks got things like Cancer. But now, 12 years later I wonder how anyone avoids it. Thirty years ago the chances were something like one in forty would contact some form of the disease, Today it’s very close to one in two.
It’s taken me some time but I’ve found a place to find alternates to all that stuff, and I’d be happy to share that info if you e-mail or call. But I think we all need a heads up on things as we move forward with life.
My wife’s cancer has been a challenge; it’s progression a real struggle as the disease spreads limiting her mobility. Luckily we had Insurance so I was able to get her a wheelchair. My own disability caused issues with loading and unloading her chair for her weekly Chemo appointments so a friend suggested contacting the American Cancer Society, You know, those folks who boldly ask for your MILLIONS EVERY YEAR. The gal on the phone told me to give her my Insurance and Medicare numbers and she’d “Help Me “ find help. I politely told her I still had most of my faculties and had already gone that rout. And just needed a hand to get my wife to and from her appointments as lifting her as well as her chair into the van was a tax on my disability. She shared her sorrow and concerns but informed me she could not help any further as they just didn’t have the funding. At least two more times during these past years I’ve called them to see if we could get some help. But Alas, Alas they too are struggling. Jenny’s disease has progressed to no weight bearing and loading and unloading her has been a real challenge. At one point my brother stepped in to help weld me a carrier for her chair. As we progressed I was able to buy a used van to get Her inside for the winter trips. I want everyone to know we are doing ok. I’m not whining for help and God has been blessing our steps.
But I think we need to re-think and examine the credibility of those who claim to be working on our behalf. Jen’s Medical bills keep us pretty strapped, but still I can usually find a few bucks if we see a need somewhere. I was able to take a used cargo rack and weld on a ramp that does the job for less than 50 bucks. So our needs have been met. But it should be made known that this Great “Society”, rooted and grounded in the donations of millions could do NOTHING??? By the way ,at the time of this writing an Ad was placed in the Winona Daily Newspaper. It seems the ACS, those same folks who were sooooo strapped for cash were advertising an Assistant District Managers position, open in his area. Salary, 80 grand,, with “perks”
These 12 years have been a struggle, and we did it on our own and the donations from real people of the area. And to those folks we are eternally grateful . But The American Cancer Society could do nothing! something is very wrong. And the next time I’m approached for a donation I will ask why. I think we need to ask, Where are all those dollars going “? Allen l. Rothering 507-689-2401
Since the above writing and as a post script fair is fair. In our 12th year of this battle The American Cancer Society gave us a 50 dollar gas card to help with a long series of daily radiation treatments. And we remain grateful for that help A. L. R.

"" LIFT THE LID "" !!~!~


At three p.m. most every day
my wife puts all her things away
and flips the switch on our T.V.
OPRAH’S on, she says to me

She’ll curl up in an easy chair
a cup of coffee sitting there
and her and OPRAH hash it out
My God no telling what its about

The house could burn around her neck
and she’d just say, Oh what the heck
We’ll fix it up, Don’t worry hon
just as soon as OPRAH’S done!

They talk of things from then to now
but always end with men somehow
and we’re dissected from head to feet
ending up of coarse on that toilet seat

It seems that someone, {probably a kid}
used the potty, and didn’t lift the lid
and my wife and Oprah will make us pay
right on up to judgment day

We guys are getting awful tired
Of Oprah getting our women wired
It’s time we set the record square
So set back in your easy chair

And we’ll paint a picture somewhat grim
of the awful things you do to him
and the trial and torment he’s gone through
quit simply because he lives with you

Ill speak for us, I got it bad
I’m the only male and I’m the dad
trying very desperately to survive
with grandma, two daughters.....and a wife

The guys will tell you, this is tough
living with all this female stuff
I try real hard and do my best
but God has to help me with the rest

They do all these really crazy things
acting like a bunch of ding-a-lings
laughing and giggling all the time
or crying for nothing at the drop of a dime.

The bathroom looks like a chemistry lab
with bottles and tubes, it’s really sad
and things plugged in from here to there
my shaver is in there, but I don’t know where.

The nylons hang as they always do
next to the sixteen bottles of shampoo
seven hairy brushes, and a dozen combs
and they say this is what makes a house a home.

I get up at five to use the John
and the girls have it from that time on
the hairspray flies and the curlers hum
and the cloud won’t clear until they’re done

they paint their faces with stuff and things
and cover it all with beads and rings
than top it off with a can of spray
and they’re set again for another day

as the bathroom door swings open wide
and my gang emerges from inside
a burst of perfume fills the air
and knocks me off the kitchen chair

do they need that much to last all day
maybe it keeps the flies away
at any rate I don't say a thing
for it’s just typical of ding-a-lings.

They’re not gonna change,
I don't think they can
they were put down here
just to aggravate man

they’re a peculiar lot,all prime and pretty
soft and cuddly like a newborn kitty,
but cross their path or mess their day
and you’ll wish to god you’d a moved away.

So Oprah think befor you speak
let your mind catch up to your mouth so to speak.
Don’t get our women all worked up
it’s hell down here, it’s bad enough.

Think of that toilet seat Ophra dear
and the blame we get from year to year
and the ridicule you put us through
cause lifting the lid is the thing to do

When my wife is crabby
and I don't want to fight
I sneak to the bathroom
in the midle of the night.

I pour a glass of water on the seat
than flush the thing so it’s nice and neat
and wait in bed until she wakes
for the potty journey she must make.

In just a moment she’ll sit down
and I’ll hear that firmiliar grumbling sound.
I’ll laugh in my pillow so she wont hear
and grin my victory from ear to ear.

So Oprah we are not as dumb as you think
we know the difference between toilet and sink
maybe that lid that you speak about
is really just our way out

of arguing when we don't want to fight
by playing game in the dark of night
or just our way of getting along
with these crazy female ding-a-longs

so have at it girl, and bash away
now that the guys have had their say
and watch that lid cause you never know
when a glass of water could steal the show.


Obama? or Mc Cain? ""you'll know them by their fruits""

Election 2008,, Sigh'" I'm really kind of embarrassed to bring it forward. Two men, supposedly the top of the heap throwin dirty darts at each other in an effort to lead this country back to a platform of credibility. we've come so far.
I'm reminded of our for fathers, men of integrity. Rooted and grounded in their faith. With a sincere heartcry to make America a strong. men willing to put it all on the line for the sake of the good of mankind. no perks, no huge salaries. not pushed and shoved by lobbyists or special interest groups. just there to do business.
despite all the garbage we hear it was very bible oriented with prayer and God at the forfront. For those that would differ simply go read almost any of the transcripts. If your able to honestly come away with a different take I'd be very very surprised. That's the reason America was great, and its also the reason she's in trouble now.
Greed and corruption run rampant through government. The moral fabric so decayed that I doubt any one man has an ability to change the tide lest God intervene.
I spent time watching the debates to get a feel for my choice but came away fairly disappointed. all I saw was game playing and finger pointing.
It's my responsibility to vote. And I'll do so as a commitment. But my heart is heavy. The Christian Community knows the truth and is committed to prayer . Because they realize we are going down the tube without Gods help..
God says you judge a man by the fruits he has produced. And each of these men have a record of what they have accomplished. So its my job to dig thru the "stuff" and come up with a decision based on the good "stuff" mixed in with all the rest of the "stuff".
In order to do that. I need to petition the lord for wisdom. In order to do that I need to shut down the Media n do a check up, from the neck up, to eliminate all the "stinkin thinkin"
I urge you to do the same. There's much more riding on this Election than either you or I realize. Its time to bow your head, and ask a Holy God to once again bless or Nation

Thursday, October 16, 2008

I'm alive,,,,,And she's dying,,,,,,,,

3 Am is a quiet hour. a dim glow from the yardlight outside reaches in through a set of old blinds .It offers just enough light to press the dark away and lite the room. The cat , deep in sleep is streached out on the chair while the two dogs lay close, resting and dreaming the dreams that dogs dream.
A heavy quilt holds me captive and a soft pillow cradles my only exposed part. In my quiet slumber a voice breaks the silence . my mind, deep in slumber attempts to process but the result is a slow drift back to where i was. Then again the voice cracks, only louder now and pulls me from my sleep. "help me Butch"" I need the bedpan",,,,,,,,,,,,, A part of me is awake, and recognizes the voice but my mottled brain drags heavy remembering the warm quilt and soft pillow. My mind wrestles the thoughts invading my sleep until I succumb to the need . As I toss off the warm quilt im invaded by the cool of the morning and sleep, however blissful is now just a memory . It's still 3 AM and I'm still tired, but duty calls.
SO,,,,,I think i'll stop now. I think everyone can Imagine the bedpan and,, THE rest of the story.
The purpose of this is to outline the need for caregivers to share. Obviously there is the cancer battle, and it holds Priority. but there is a huge amount of anxiety surrounding those giving care. When She crys out in pain i'm helpless. and the "please Help Me Butch" pleading s cause me to wring my hands in helpless jestjer of defeat.. I'd like to go someplace and bawl my eyes out. I can feel it there but it just wont come. I'm alive, But she's dying. Somdays the guilt is all consuming. Oh, you can rationalize , but the days build one on another until the guilt become GUILT and once again I need to label it and tuck it away. this is really a silent battle. Played behind the stage of the Feature. But an undaunting struggle to those in care. I know there are groups to join, but this job is 24/7 folks. I get a sitter so I can go Wednesday's for groceries.
I'm not complaining. I believe we are givin tasks by the King of kings . and this is mine, for now. I also know that He is sustaining me. As I could not do this without Him. The purpose is to you, my reader.
There are caregivers all around you. Become aware of their struggles, Lend a hand. be the much needed relief they need and deserve. One of my most treasured moments now is nice salad in the local McDonalds parking lot. A peaceful half hour undesturbed on my Wednesday outing. I cant begin to tell you the value I place on that half hour.
Well she is waking, and its time for her bath so i'll close. Be Blessed, and in my comments understand how blessed you really are.. gods very Best,,, SSNUFFY

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Someone told the Birds

It's October 14th, and Fall is really "falling". The hummingbirds packed their little suitcases two weeks ago. And I dare to say that by now they are feelin the warm winds in a distant Southern hidaway. Amazing lil buggers, Cant imagine those lil wings whippin all the way to better weather. But they go a milion miles an hour so it's probably just a short flight.
Black birds flock and chatter high in the trees by the hundreds , Their gathering a sound reminder that much is about to change. If you listen close you can almost hear the banter as they plan their route and work out the details of this years departure.
Warm mornings give way to a familiar chill that turns the leaves and shocks the fruit tree's. Very soon the cold will come to finish off the gardens. And The old maple struggles as leaves fall like tears to cover the frosty grass.
Many are the signs to signal a strong season change. Old Man winter stands a distance away, his staff poised, ice forming on his gray beard, While a rye smile plays on his weather beaten face.
Our chance is gone, and its time to pay the piper. We should have booked a flight with the birds. but it's to late. I see him standing there, waiting, watching as I gather this and cover that and look to chores that need to be done yesterday. always keeping an eye to the North constantly listening for the roar of the wind and the cutting cold. Memories of bone chilling days and gray winter sky's push at me to hurry. All must be in place before that first snow covers up the green of summer. For it will be a long several months before the grass returns. Snow is beautiful . What an awesome site to look out on a heavy snowfall with your back to a crackling fire. To feel that warmth and know what lies just beyond that window pane is a conquering moment. This is Minnesota, and its the norm. But im never ready. I'll be outside hurrying still with frozen hands as the snow falls around my wet tenny's. Or under the hood in a last ditch attempt to winterize the car.
Winter here in the Northland needs to be respected. For the cold is a killer too. Death can come in as little as 8 minutes if the body's not covered. And folks have been found 6 ft outside their door frozen in the snow. Ice fishing is popular here. And the ice will reach 4 ft thick. At 40 below zero a cup of hot coffee tossed up into the air will dissappear as vapor. And snomobiling in a valley with 6 ft deep snow is a sight and experience hard to imagine.
Today we wait, enjoying the last warm fall afternoons, knowing that very soon all will change. hoping for another couple weeks. The color in the hills weakens as more and more bare limbs show through and a cold gray sky confirms the seasons end. all thats left is to conceed that Winter has arrived

Monday, October 13, 2008

Hangin ,,,,,,by a thread

Life Sucks,,,,,n then yu die. I remember the first time i heard that lil Phrase. It was funny. It was maybe a little bit rough but the image of its meaning rang true. I never figured to own it, But it's fittin pretty snug right now.
Early in my christian walk the struggle through lots of religous junk to find a real God was challenging. 50 different Doctorins, and thousands of churches, and somewhere in the midst my search to answer the question of weather or not there really was a God.
Well , I found Him somwhere around 40 years ago now. And our relationship was pretty rocky for a while. He's a hard task master, and I, well i had and still have a very hard head. I remember a very tough time when it seemed like He wasn't even listening. He was just letting me fight the fight alone. It was early fall i was alone at home feeling sorry for my self. And I remember shaking my fist at him and yelling, "You say I am blessed then show me my blessings"",,, now yelling at the King of Kings is not your best idea. and as wisdom returned I waited, for the thunder. But silence followed. And shortly after each and every blessing I had was clearly shown to me. And I never again questioned The Master. Oh, There were tough times ahead, but I always had the knowledge that I wasn't alone. And each challenge was met with a new confidence.
today I find myself on the other end of those 40 years. The journey to this point in time has produced many blessings as well as miricles. And I own a very good witness to Gods awesome power.
But today also finds me at a very low place where i feel very far away from God. I've been givin the task of caring for a wife of 40 years who's dying of cancer. And a more helpless job will never be found. As Men we are brought up to protect and defend. But I've met a foe that cannot be found. He inflicts pain and sickness and im helpless to challenge him. She fights the fight and my most effective weapon is to hold her hand. Cancer has destroyed her body and I watch her die daily. Each morning that she's stable I lift her to her chair, give her a bath and fix her a meal. life for us both ended 12 years ago, and each new day requires that we go through the motions . i try to fix meals with nutritional value only to find she's not able to eat. My prayers went from faith filled petitions for her healing to please end her suffering and leave her to her final sleep. The silence in this house is deafening as the morphine coarsed her veins in an attempt to control the pain. She wakes abruptly in the middle of the night to pain and nausea, or the speedy need for the bedpan. and her days are filled with much the same. I have the easy part and struggle with it daily. ,,,,,,,,,,,,And God is silent.
My mind swirls in this struggle to understand. How can a God say He loves us and allow one of his own to hurt like this? And why would He not end her suffering and take her to that better place.
Except for knowing Him, and sharing the experiences he's provided. I would lose it, no question at all. For lifes value has deminished greatly.
But the thread remains that was established in my conversion, and memory of His goodness and His word seem to sustain me. Please Pray for us both . SSNUFFY