Bridging the Struggle

PSST !! HEY BUD !! Wanna buy a bridge ??

2011-05-18T21:43:00.000-07:00

Sometimes Sharing the “Good News” can bring on Major frustration as folks offer answers or excuses so corny you’d have to search a while to find someone drunk enough to listen. My favorite goes something like this. Oh, no, no,no ! God is a God of love. He wouldn’t send anyone to hell. Inwordly I’m smiling as I listen, Right at that moment I’m thinking, I wish I had a big ole Bridge to sell, maybe toss in a caddy or two if Im slick enough. . In my heart I don’t really believe anyone believes that crap , Its just their way of skirting an issue that brings them to both truth and light.

I’m convinced that anyone who as givin the Bible even an honest second look knows better. We tend to gaze across uncomfortable issues. We do so because Truth and light put us in a place where we need to make choices. We like the story of Noah’s Ark , the building of the rooms, gathering the animals, preparing for the Journey. But no one wants to picture the lost souls, beating on the outside of the ark, begging for another chance. We turn our head as a mother clutches her child while the waters grow deeper oblivious to her ever increasing cries for those inside to “open, Please Let me in”!!! No consideration for Noah inside hearing the screams yet knowing what God has said, knowing that The God of this world has reached the end of forgiveness, grown weary of watching those he both loved and created ignore his words.

We read how disappointed God was with Sodom and Gomorrah and how sin filled the cities had become. How Abraham bargained with God to save the cities if he could find just a few good men. We see Gods Mercy in listening to Abraham and allowing him to remove those he cared for. But scripture clearly shows this Loving God completely destroy two cities the size of Minneapolis and St Paul, Mn. Can you hear the cries of those who Ignored Gods laws ??

Moses took his people through the red sea as God parted those waters. And he watched hundreds drown as Gods wrath and judgment consumed them. I’m convinced that a mere man would have had to turn his back to the horror that was going on behind him . And if he were still here the cries for help would still be heavy on his heart.

This is simply an overview, a short glance into Gods rules. Yet even a short glance confirms beyond a shadow of a doubt Gods intention and his justice.

This world belongs to God !! It is designed to function under a set of laws put in place by the Creator. Even He has to conform. But He provided a way through His Son for you and I to be forgivin. Because He knew we struggled on our own.

The game of life is the real deal. The endgame will play out just as God has instructed. If your hoping for a revelation,,,, its here. The homerun is in Jesus Christ. A. L. R.

LOOKING Back

2011-05-09T05:49:00.001-07:00

You know, It's funny how age can educate. I remember how as a younger guy, I used to make fun of those older folks needing that afternoon nap. Today, many of my days focus on just making it to that same afternoon luxury.
While Age may have its downside it offers an incredible window into the hows and whys of ones life, as well as a great measure into how far we have come. I remember being pretty much a know it all in my early 20’s, not sure where I picked up all this new stuff but life sure looks different in my mirror. How the Lord Got through all that is a mystery to me.
It would be easy to whine a little, I came up hard I guess, but not much different than most. Times were much different. So life was simpler. You came home from school, changed your clothes n did your chores. You learned quick that if you dragged your feet doin chores playtime would disappear.
Playin was simple too, buried a campbells soup can in the dirt for shootin Marbles, or “playin Roads” with short pieces of 2x4 as cars and larger ones for trucks. Folks down the block got the first TV in town and we’d go over to their window to watch it. Many times it was just a picture of a test pattern for a long time because there were only a few programs available at first. Cowboy Bob n Clarabelle, Howdy Doody n the Lone Ranger were our every day shows on the radio, then on TV when we got one. Seems strange to be able to see that way back then , And then see where that Technology has come.
I remember gas at 16.9, that’s a gallon folks. I was a gas jockey/Mechanic for 11 years and pumped a lot of it. Every car that came in for gas got all outside glass washed plus mirrors and headlights. Got any Idea how many windows you kin wash in 11 years ?? For an oil change you got all that plus a full interior vacuum. For my Pay I got .25 cents an hour for 9 yrs and a dime raise when I got married.

Folks Were different then, we helped each other out. If A man offered you his hand, it was his word. You took it, returned a firm grip and you were almost assured of a solid contract. If you saw someone with trouble it was a no brainer, if you could help, you offered to lend a hand. .

Things are changing so fast its hard to keep up, And when we do, well we have to unlearn those things we learned comin up. I’m living in a “throw away Society”. Much of what I see in the dumpster is usable. We would have seen value and put it in the back shed,,,, just in case. We would have a “nail pullin” day come summer n sorted out all that stuff. I know my kids laugh at me, but it almost hurts to see the good stuff that’s tossed.

But there are Great changes as well as bad ones Too. Some I’d just as soon avoid. But if I’m to be honest with the Lord I need to get ride of stuff He shows me. Wasn’t to long ago I was reading the part where He says we are as filthy rags, and I thought. Well, I’m sure not perfect, but filthy rags Lord? Come on now. It wasn’t too long after that little statement that He began to show me stuff I didn’t want to look at. His teachings are gentle. A little nudge here and there. But there’s no question as to who its directed at. Its almost as if he picks up that sin, dumps it back at your feet and says now, What will you do with this.

I get a kick out of folks who say,,,,,,God never talks to me..

Not true, not true at all. He’s talking,,, be quiet and listen. A.L.R.

Jesus!!!! this is so frustrating.!!!!

2011-05-08T12:18:00.000-07:00

The NAME of this blog, nor the address is, www. cancer-ISNT-scary.blogspot.com. I purposed to call it that to draw attention to it. I wanted you to react, swear at me, call me crazy, screwball, whatever !!! I am now Years into this and i'm convinced your all beyond help. Your so conditioned, that what ever the Doc sez, its Gospel. Doesn't matter what the history says. or the number of folks recovering from cancer. if the Doc says take the poison you just close your eyes and swallow. Heres a headsup,,,,,,,,Chemo-Thereapy KILLS more people than cancer EVER Will !!! Dont take my word for it. the research is out there. And having a PC puts it right at your finger tips.
You have the CURE, right there in your house. STOP Killing yourself !!!~! YOU gave yourself the Cancer, and you can kill it all by yourself.
Cancer KILLED my wife, And I got to watch it take her down day by day until what lay there didnt even look like her anymore.   It took 14 years to kill her. and most of those years were not even close to "quality of life"! Jenny took every different kind of Chemo they tossed at her. So dont even try to tell me your different.
Theres an article in here called,,,,"She didn't have to die' thats jenny's story, I've pulled no punches. please read it.   Then, Theres another article called "Getting started" a step by step plan to help you walk back to health,.   Your not helpless. There are tools here to help you fight.
Cancer free now about 7 years,,, come join me       alroth@hbci.com        Gods Best   Al

A three day Journey

2011-04-21T00:34:00.000-07:00

At 64 I've heard a ton of sermons, some real dud's,others just tolerable and yet others like the good read in a nice novel that kept you right there on the edge, eating each word and grabbing at more..    theres one sermon that needs preaching but so far no one has the guts to tackle it.
In order to give this story the depth it needs i gotta switch gears a bit. So bare with me and I promise to make this work.
My family spent years on a farm. What we ate we raised or grew. Butchering became an every few months duty and no one was left out.   Its pretty comfortable now that we can just select choice cuts of meat in nice clean packaging. but everyone needs to at least see the other side. A nice fatted porker was selected and cut out from the rest. a few minutes time was allowed for the animal to calm down.   A human way to slaughter was to walk up along side the animal, place a gun to its head and fire.   A good kill caused the animal to drop immediately, legs buckling beneath. Of course not all shots were clean and then another shell , or bullet needed to be used.   For good meat its critical that the blood be drained from the kill immediately. So someone needed to cut the throat. in our family it was Mom because the blood needed to be stirred so it could be used in blood sausage.
When the jugular is severed the blood gushes from the wound usually soaking your hand. the blood has a strange feel to it and the temperature is incredibly warm .   Wwithin minutes the animal is bled out and the butchering process can continue. When you grow up with something, it is what it is.   And I never realized the shock or trauma behind the procedure until my Son came butchering one Saturday.  He'd been shielded from all this as he grew up, but the shock of seeing it first hand was written all over his face and i was so sorry I'd taken him along.
God said to Abraham, Go sacrifice your son to prove that you love me. Imagine, if you can laying your firstborn on an alter, table. and butchering him/her. imagine a three day walk thinking constantly of what you must do at the journeys end. hour on hour then day upon day, walking towards the death of the one who walks with you. imagine the knife at his throat and the lifeblood of your son/daughter gushing out over your hand. think of Abraham's struggles to try and reason this all out. And then if you can try and understand how a man could grasp that much faith to be able to accomplish what he must do.
We shy away from discomfort, taking the less traveled course, choosing to avoid many things because it feels good and is easier.   But a clear view of things makes for much better decisions

Sorry

2011-04-04T15:27:00.000-07:00

Been a while since i've been in. truth is i'm burned out, ticked off n dont even care. I'm fairly convinced that fighting cancer, or getting healthy is just to much work for most of you, to much change for most people. I can tell you what we've found. I can show you in black and white, even document the known carcenogens found in your food. but nothing short of shareing the stench of rotting flesh as cancer eats away live body tissue even moves most of you, and even then in the very next sentence its
'lets head to micky dee's for a berger. "
you've been sold a bill of goods and its literally killing you. what will it take to get your attention before the doc gives you 3 months ? If you have some stupid idea that giving to the local cancer drive gives you a leg up better think again. Have you any idea how many billions of dollars have been givin to cancer research to date? I dont either because I cant count that high. but ill tell you this. in the 14 plus years of my wifes cancer battle, and the many attempt to get help from the American Cancer folks those poor folks were always broke. Where do you suppose those BILLIONS went?? Do I really need to call a crook a crook ?
Look at the way the new cancer wings are growing, its big business!! they know its just a matter of time before you get it. Oh Yes!! 50 years ago your chances were 1 in 50,,, today its one in two, and realistically its just a matter of time. scary??? yup !! but very true. you can go hide your head in a big berger, or whopper but when its your turn it will not matter.
Wanna make this real??go to any cancer clinic and grab a free cup of "tainted coffee and just sit and watch what goes by. sickness and death are very easy to recognize, even in stages. everyone there just reaching for more life, hoping that they will be the one to beat it.
I got pissed one day and said to Jenny's Oncologist. We know the body 's fuel is food, yet its not even addressed as a part of treatment. Now this man has been a Cancer Specilist for many years, His answer, "Well, I think they are going to address this in the new wing. Do you know why/ because you are the walking dead, why bother with Nutrition? To follow up, jenny and I spent Several years in that new wing.
The new cancer center at gunderson of Lacross, wi. offers sugar cookies, wafers and hot chocolate as well as a non organic coffee. Sugar stalls the immune system. do yu think they have forgotten that ??
hearing that doc say jesus is coming is not the correct way to do this. I urge you to begin being healthy today. I stand ready and willing anytime you call. 507-689-2401 , or alroth@hbci.com
Gods very best Al

She Didn't have to die

2010-10-28T14:29:00.000-07:00

I’m going to try and share with you a 14 year journey through a Demonic disease that literally changed every facet of Our lives together. The Primary purpose of these pages is to Give you a crystal clear view of what The Cancer Battle will involve when its your turn. Many of your friends already know the cost to this disease. And the numbers are growing Daily. Hospitals are constantly growing, and the new cancer wings now support free Valet service and automatic revolving doors. It’s big business, and it’s getting bigger. Did you ever think of how many folks would be out of work if we actually did find a cure for cancer ?

I’ll go out on a short limb here. When it’s all said and done, Nutrition will be found as both cause and cure for cancer and many other diseases.

I titled this, “She Didn’t have to die” to try and convince you that there is a way to greatly increase your chances of surviving cancer as well as other nasty diseases. . But you need to address it now. Jenny’s struggle covered many days and much pain and discomfort. It took me through experiences I never want to see again. After many calls from folks asking for help with their own cancer struggles I felt the need to share her ordeal. Many times at her side I prayed silently that God would be merciful and take her home rather than hear her cries and stand there helpless to even ease the pain of the wife of my youth. This is life, as real as it gets. There’s no turning back, no flippin the channel. Each day will begin with new challenges weather your ready or not. I’m here to say to you, You have a choice, you can address your health issues now, or wait to hear A Doctor change your life, and your dreams by simply saying three little words.

SHE DIDN’T HAVE TO DIE

It’s been only 14 months since Jenny’s passing. Seems like a lifetime. since those days of struggle. Life’s taken some turns I never figured on but all in all it has begun to level off pretty fair. Some of the Hard spots hang close, but many of the painful memories have faded back to blend in with the stuff of life. Crystal, my youngest, nailed it proper by saying, ”daddy, Normal’s never coming back, we need to seek a new normal and get on with life”. That statement has served us well. Tragedy can mess things up and confuse even the smallest decisions, and you need a very firm motivator to get you started back on a positive road. Her statement helped me replant my feet and realize that life was movin forward with or without me.

So we began again, rebuilding our Family, fitting things back together , recreating and patching a very big bruise that tried very hard to destroy us all. Everyone knew Mom was not coming back. What we did know was that now she rested at the feet of Jesus, we also knew that the Cancer that had tortured every waking moment of the last 14 years could no longer hurt her. And the Demon that had attached itself to us both had finally lost its grip .

Last Monday was a beautiful Minnesota summer day. Warm and bright, with no commitments. The sun perfect for just about anything you could think of doing. I woke early with visions of a soft warm sandy riverbank and some serious Walleye ‘jiggin dancing through my mind. I put a pot of coffee on to brew, always step one for any new day and proceeded to gather my gear . The Girls used to have a fit if they saw the Leeches sitting in the fridge next to the milk or catsup. . But I’m batchin it now so those lil buggers can stay nice n fresh in there until Jesus comes, or until its time to hook that Trophy Fish. A fresh coffee in hand, I flipped the computer on to check the mail before leaving. A familiar name popped up in e-mail with another request. A neighbor, Mandy with a plea for help. Mandy’s brother is struggling with stage 4 cancer and the Nausea and constipation are adding to the misery and discomfort of an already Nasty disease. Could I suggest something else they could try because nothing is working. Memories of many similar nights n days flooded back in for me, bringing with it the anxiety and frustration and fears of fighting a silent, invisible enemy. An uncaring, deceptive killer that takes great joy in coming at you in the dark. I cant even describe for you the guilt that builds around seeing my wife battle horrible pain and agony while I was “allowed” to be there and avoid it all. There is no winner here. The caregiver dies his/her own death daily. I’m honestly not sure which is best, to succumb to the disease, or carry the memories and live on with the guilt and shock of a journey through hell itself. .

We had talked before and Mandy knew I had gone through the same battles with my wife. She was just reaching out as I had done so many times before, hoping someone could say or do something to ease that pain and just allow her to rest. . There are only so many things to try. You cant go to the book and look up what to do, because there are none. When that Doctor makes the decision that treatment is over and you need to go home to die. You begin the last stage of Cancer, the one that’s has no plan, no procedure. And for the most part, this is the part you get to do alone. If your patient is seeing little people peaking out from behind the TV, you’d better figure a way to make them hide because this is the real deal. She see’s little men, this is her drug induced world. Unless you help her reason through her fear I’ll guarantee it will ramp and then the issue gets compounded. You learn very quickly that it’s best to deal with what you have where you find it You learn very quick that this is your gig. Either you remedy it or it will dog you until you do. That charge Nurse, the one that’s just a call away . ,,,,My Foot. Your sometimes lucky to get a call back the same day you call. Meanwhile, The issues you face are all yours. Jenny was on many meds. I’m not sure how many because they were adding or subtracting constantly. But I created a 3 tier table next to her bed that was always full. Four times a week medicines were delivered. And the emergency Meds that were in the fridge were dumped and rotated every month.. They were there to counteract reactions, seizures, problems caused by the interaction of other Meds. . When a person is consuming all those different chemicals, synthetics and compounds, plus huge doses of morphine anything can and will happen. And I’m here to tell you there’s not a Doctor alive smart enough to tell you how anyone’s gonna react on that much “stuff” .

While we were paying hundreds of thousands of dollars to the Medical folks for all those great meds, I was busy trying to save a buck at home. Part of my frugality led me to burn wood. Burning Wood meant splitting wood. I could not leave jenny for very long so a good friend and I commenced to split wood just outside jenny’s window. I strapped on a walkie talkie so I could check on her often and we got at it.

We were hurrying, making good time and had almost finished when I smashed my finger in the wood splitter, taking the finger off at the first knuckle. I was leakin pretty good and I began to calculate how much time I had. . Being out in the country I needed to get to help fairly soon or bleed to death. So I ran inside to run cold water over the hand to slow the flow of blood. I told Jenny to call her daughter who lived up the road and tell her she needs to come here quickly and take her Mums care while I went in to the Doctor. I played down the incident because of the drugs, It didn’t take much sometimes for her to have trouble processing things like that. Long story a bit shorter , while Mom n daughter were discussing which finger I smashed they discovered the end of my finger was still in my glove laying by the sink.. I put it in a sandwich baggie and tossed in the freezer and told everyone I was gonna sell it on Ebay. That got a lotta laughs. Why not. It was my finger and it hurt like hell. I may as well find a bit of humor to top it off.

Well, If nothing else, a cute story and a great lesson about hurrying. When I went in for the amputation I was told to go home n rest. We chuckled at that because we both knew there would be no rest. Jenny and I were alone. And we each had a job to do. So for the next few days I became a one handed caregiver.

Now,, your probably thinking that I lost my train of thought and I’ve gone off on some tangent hoping you’d feel a bit sorry for me, but your wrong. I was given Hydrocodon at 500 mg for the pain of that missing finger, and it did Fairly well in easing my stress. The comparison is Jenny was on a full Morphine drip , with a boost and still ate 750 mg Hydro’s like candy. There was so much drug in her body that it was very hard to see her real Caricature at all. It wasn’t long and I too lost at least part of my caricature. And to be truthful there were times I considered drugs or booze to take the edge off for myself. Two rooms became our world 24/7. Two rooms filled with a mixture of sounds. the whirring oxygen, the hissing of a flotation mattress the beeping of Morphine pumps all vying for equal time with the TV. And in the midst of it all, We just existed to the demands set before us.

We know the world was out there still doin their thing, still laughing, going shopping, to movies, visiting friends. And we still remembered being a part of it all. But we were not a part of it now. Our world ended at the front door.

WE HAVE A DUTY TO SHARE

So, when Mandy called , She was reaching. there’s no mistaking that feeling of desperation and of all the feelings that life can toss at you, watching someone die, inch by painful inch is one of the most helpless things to encounter. You get to be there. And You get to read the signs. But it becomes a very fearful and lonely place that you cant understand or participate in.

I sat down and began to relive those days, trying to extract things n stuff that might help. Yes, things n stuff. If you’re reading this, and your deal or your thing is perfection your in for a real ride. I’m not here to impress anyone. I’m here to tell a story that is packed full of life’s Keys. Don’t miss nuggets of truth that can and will get you to a healthy place and keep you safe by watching for my mistakes, I’m a very simple man, definitely not a writer. I couldn’t impress you if I wanted too. I already know my kids are gonna have a field day with “Dads writin’, that seems to be one of their fun little things to bug me with.

There is intrinsic Value in the things I’m sharing. Things that can only be learned through experience. But priceless For you, the reader if your able to use common sense and think outside the box a bit. . I’ll just keep it simple I sometimes talk fast; you’ll have to listen fast. If you finish before me, just wait I will get there eventually. A sense of humor has carried me a long time, sometimes overbearing maybe, but laughter is a very healthy habit so bear with me. and I have no plans to change.

Much happened during Jenny’s struggle That can help others. What better way would there be to place value on all her suffering then to use it as a tool against the very disease that took her life. When this young lady called with a need for help with her brothers cancer it convinced me That I needed to write this. When Jenny was dying, I would have emptied our savings for just one positive idea to try. That is the target of these pages, to help in any way I can. To meet the person locked in to a caregivers spot with absolutely no idea what to try next. I’ve been there, I have carried that heavy yoke. If I could go back to those first years. And put into play all these Ideas, I think Jenny would still be here. Don’t get me wrong I honor my Lord. And its appointed onto man Once to die. But Many, many times the wrong information causes us to follow the wrong path. When you know the Savior you understand that death is but a doorway to a promised reward. So its all good. But God wants us to live peacefully and disease free while we are here as well.

As I began to drag back those day, reliving the times when Jenny lay suffering. The weight of three plus years as her caregiver settled in with a heaviness that threatened to suffocate me. I shared with Mandy the guessing game that played out with each new day, and how sounds and smells would determine what we could n couldn’t do. One day frying an egg would make her sick and the very next day she would crave them. And how interestingly, raw foods were almost always acceptable. Jenny was bedridden, so Constipation was always an issue requiring daily Enemas producing very little relief. Cancer tumors had created pressure inside her, giving her constant discomfort. It made her feel full of pressure and she felt the need to empty out. Many times, often more than once a day, after the pain and embarrassment of being lifted on a Hoyer lift and hung in her sling to tolerate the enema, with no positive results she would hang there and sob while I stood helplessly at her side. . We are taught to be hunter/gatherer, protectors of the weaker sex, a force in husbandry that she can always count on. But Cancer does not know those rules. It will seek you out and make you feel very very helpless.

Some days id hear her cry and all I could do was close my eyes and clinch my fists against an invisible enemy I could not find. This enemy does not face you., like a Ghostly Thief, he comes to destroy, then disappears to find another victim. Many many days in total defeat she would have to be lifted back to bed to deal with the same discomfort while I was allowed to roam fully functional.. Some days the guilt of being able to freely go to the bathroom, while she couldn’t, hung so heavy I didn’t even want to try. I’d turn up the TV rather than let her hear the toilet flush. Reliving those days were not easy, but a friend needed help, and if it offered something positive then we needed to go there. I went into this a man of very strong Faith, I came out the other side a very beaten man, unsure of even those things that had seemed unshakable. Today I once again have great love for my Lord, who has not only restored my faith but helped me grow and has givin reason for everyone of those horrible days. We easily forget the Curse of Adam. God is Sovereign, and this world is set to function under his laws and even He cannot change them until He once again takes his place .

There remains a place deep in my chest where all those memories swirl n boil. If I chose to go there it’s a strange place. Deep and dark holding no good thing. A part of me deep down inside there always feels like crying , but it wont come , sometimes wish I could just force it to get it over with, but its not that easy,. It lays unshaken, and will not leave. So I chose to keep it buried, deep enough so the busyness of present day life overshadows it. Unless of coarse it can be used to help others.

God has created an amazing system, and you’ll find that each and every time life takes you through something you’ll gain wisdom and as well as be able to use this new knowledge either in your life or to help others.

Cancer took Jenny and I on a long journey that ended by the cancer consuming her life. On June 14th of 2009 I stood and watched as her battle ended and she went to be with the Lord. After 3 horrible years of suffering She could finally be at peace. when Mandy called today, it was made crystal clear to me that although jenny’s battle is over, there are others in struggle every day, And although the names will change the battle will be the same as will all the hurts and fears. It’s because of those folks that this needs to be written.

ITWON’T HAPPEN TO ME

I was caregiver to my wife of 42 years. Did I wanna run? Yu bet, every other day. But I could not go. Call it my vows. Call it as you see it, but I knew I needed to be there. Something deep inside said this is your place . My support person was in place. My Sister’s Covered for me so I could get a break. And it felt good to be able to get away. To just jump in the car for a couple hours to get groceries or do laundry. But always there was an ever present draw to return.

There’s something very Evil about Cancer. Just the mention of the word creates a silent deadly chill to creap inside you. . Many people will not even discuss it for the fear it has placed on their lives. It has been the driving force that has totally controlled every facet of our lives for over a decade. It has done its best to uproot and destroy every member of this family from the young on up.

1996 was a year of great change for us. Jenny was working, I was working, the farm was starting to pay off and life was pretty good. Plans to upgrade and a vacation was even in the mix. . A new Van had been purchased that turned heads at every corner. We were styling, movin ahead with life. Seemed that those first years of Marriage were now behind us, and the struggle to get the bills paid, iron out the wrinkles and get organized had finally arrived.

One morning before work Jenny found a small bump on her right breast, hardly even noticeable but enough so she was concerned. A trip to the Doc followed then a referral to the Cancer folks with a reassuring comment that “ I doubt its anything , but lets be safe”.

I think it was April 15th, The Biopsy results came back and literally destroyed our lives completely. Cancer was found in the Biopsy and surgery was scheduled for the next afternoon.

Work was sandwiched in between doctor visits and treatments, sometimes every other day. Each one adding an 80 mile round trip to our day. The Farm became just a place to sleep and seek refuge. Fun plans, movies and Vacations were out of the picture.

Life was traded for a relay, each day drivin by the appointment Calendar that now dictated our very existence. Radiation and Chemo in tandem for a time then rest to see what would happen.

Double Mastectomy followed,, then recovery just long enough to tolerate Reconstruction of the breast Area. Months of pain while the ‘inserts” created pressure in the chest to try and reshape her body. Then more surgery to mask or recreate “boobs’. For all you ladies who are trying to buy into the Idea that the docs going to give you back what God created, drop me a line. I don’t think jenny would mind if I show you a butchered female chest if it helped you think again. Its interesting to note that Jenny and two friends compared their “results” after surgery and were seriously considering going after the butcher disguised as a Doctor. Luckily for him the cancer took precedence in outlasting the statue of limitations.

As I recall all that crap took us into 1998 where we enjoyed some brief semi- normal days. They promised her “They got it all” and we were celebrating life again, returning every 6 months to be tested.

September 2001 Tumor markers indicated increased activity So Chemo was started again. Jenny was strong and tolerated it well, even able to joke about the hair loss, most always in control of the nausea. We moved forward, you tried to find normal but the hours that were yours were tainted and controlled by treatments, sickness or soreness. Blood tests created numbers, and numbers meant markers, and Tumor Markers decided when and where our lives would go.

If a Giant were to grab you and lead your life, like a piece on a game board, or a puppet, drivin by strings. It would be no different. We were puppets, we didn’t need our intellect, we just did what the Doctor said because He was the Doctor and we came and went as he instructed. We would leave the house in the morning with Jen feeling half human, do treatment then stop every few miles on the way home so she could deal with the sickness and vomiting. A hundred times I saw her to sick to move, then snap out of it if the kids showed up. She did not want them to see the suffering. During her last days, she would tell me not to let the kids come over, to tell them she was sleeping heavily

STINKIN THINKIN

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God gave us all a light bulb. You didn’t know that did you. For some it lights quickly, for others a little bump helps. It gives us back our intellect, our ability to reason and think for ourselves. Common sense is buried in there too, although today you really have to look close to see it still in use. Jenny’s cancer battle was a long struggle, but much was learned along the way. And as the treatments showed us very little gain it caused us to reach out and seek new wisdom if we could find it.

I have very little respect for Conventional Medical folks. But that’s a whole book in itself. As we searched and found good sound information regarding issues of health. We would apply it to our lives. We stopped the sugared drinks and began drinking clean filtered water. Cancer feeds on sugar and it causes the immune system to drag. Diet drinks were tried but then when we read up on Aspartame and the other Sugar subs we quickly decided that if it was a” suspected “Carcinogen that was close enough for us. From there it was the MSG in processed foods and soon processed foods needed to be eliminated all together . I went from being surprised about her picking up the cancer, to wondering how anyone can avoid it. I approached Jenny’s Expert Cancer Specialist with a very simple question. If the body is designed to function on fuel, and food is that fuel, Why is food not even addressed as a healing factor in treatment of most cancer facilities ? The profound answer I received from this” Specialist”was,,,,,,”Yes,,,well,, I ‘ve been told they are going to address that in the new cancer wing”. This literally blew me away. This was the Man who was “Educated” in Medical knowledge And specializing in Cancer treatment an the top dog in charge of care for my wife. . How could this even be?? What we discovered was most every Medical College is fully funded by the Major Drug Companies, and these “Doctors” are “educated “in a Very select Manor. I’m 63 yrs old and I’ve never seen “samples” tossed around as freely as they are now in Doctors offices. To date, we have walked through the doors of that new Cancer Wing almost Weekly since 2004 and the very most they offer is a protein drink to fight Nausea, Oreo cookies full of sugar chocolate milk full of BHG and Sierra mist Another powerful Sugar drink. I’m told some drinks have like 12 spoonfuls of sugar in them. All contain loads of sugar, and cancer loves sugar. You do however get free Valet service so you don’t have to miss any appointments. Isn’t that thoughtful.

IT”S TIME TO THINK FOLKS

You’ve been sold a bill of goods, and it is deception 101 from one end of the block to the other. The sooner you get over it, the sooner you’ll be able to use your light bulb. And the sooner you use your light bulb the sooner you’ll realize that processed foods are causing most of the bad stuff your dealin with. But until then, Until a tragedy occurs to make you stop and see where you’re headed, nothing is gonna change for you. I’m convinced of that. Over four years ago, as we were discovering all of this, I got excited. We were so thrilled to finally put reason to this horrible disease that I wanted to share the good news. I was caregiver, locked in with my wife 24/7. Why not start a Blog and tell folks about the poisons, let them know that things like Formaldehyde were being used in their soaps, shampoo’s, even baby foods and it was a suspected cancer causing agent . So day after day in between the medications, Enemas, and treatments, I was writing articles and posting them, so folks would see what’s happening. It was fun at first as I imagined we were opening peoples eyes, helping them skirt the hole that dragged us in so deep. A few posted a thank you, We even received an award for the Blog once or twice. But a huge reality began to set in. We weren’t even making a dent. People did not believe, or didn’t care. An old Preacher coined a phrase that fits well here. “you gotta have a want too””. I think what we are seeing is life’s just to busy to allow time to think. No one saw a need until They received the bad news. All of this is good solid information on how to stay health and avoid crippling diseases. What other reasoning would work? But you have to get hit with a blockbuster in order to give attention to the important things. A new job, meeting the Mortigage, that new boat. That’s all nice stuff,,,but its just stuff. It all goes away if your heart stops. And sometimes cancer can drag that out for years.

Somewhere around 2002 we decided to try Cancer Treatment Centers of America. One phone call and we were booked on a flight to Zion Illinois where we were treated to a 10 day stay while she was evaluated. The Hotel was paid in full, and we were picked up each morning in a huge white stretch Limo and dropped off in the same way at days end. We met at least 4 or five different drivers there. and the Cafeteria never closed offering an endless supply of fatty foods, bacon, pork chops, sweet drinks packed with sugars or aspartame , a well known suspected Carcinogen and a fancy mix of processed foods, all of which we are to learn later are detrimental to the healthy folks not to mention those folks in struggle. . Jenny said one morning as we filled our breakfast plates, “wow!!~ can we afford this”, Oh yes, was my answer your payin for it all. A treatment plan was ordered and she was treated every three weeks for about a year with Nutrition being part of her treatment. Later, the trips began to wear on her and she decided to go back to the clinic closer to home. She had tolerated the treatments at Zion fairly well, so we shared that with the local cancer Doctor

Tumor growth began to play a part in this fight and the pain in movement began to make getting her anywhere an issue. A wheelchair was ordered and soon she hardly could walk at all. Tumors appeared in her left arm and ended up breaking the long bone just below the elbow; a cast was made and set to allow us to continue. Tumor growth in the hip area caused the hip joint to weaken requiring no weight bearing motions at all. Radiation was ordered requiring a treatment every day for 15 days straight.

At some point here the neighbors saw me struggle to get jenny lifted into the van then lift the wheelchair up into the back. So they called the American Cancer Society to see if we could receive any help. They said they were told Sorry, “there was no money available at that time for anything extra. “ So my brother gave me an old hunting carrier which I remade into a ramp and platform. Worked well, even donated it to a fella who needed it later on. .

Most interesting is an Ad I came across in our local paper about the same time, The American Cancer Folks were advertising for a local Manager. $70,000 a year plus perks. I will continue to give as instructed by the Lord, But I will make sure I’m careful with who gets the help, you do as you wish. I will note that when we were required to make the 15, 80 mile round trips for Radiation, the American Cancer Folks did kick in 50 bucks to help with gas. Experience is the best teacher, and I’ll still give where I feel it’s used properly. I’m just going to be very selective from here on in.

Jenny was no stranger to Radiation Treatments and tolerated this round well. While the target is the tumor inside the body it can be likened to a very bad sunburn on the skin. We treated the burns with salves and Ointments but still it was painful at best. I made her show her Cancer Doctor the burns and he immediately called down to Radiation. “I’m sending Mrs. Rothering down, he said,,,,I want you to see your handiwork”.

And so it went day to week to month, she never left her chair. I would wheel her from one treatment to the next, each appointment designed to beat up the patient without killing the body. What a life we had. She of course receiving the beatings daily and I not liking my roll any better.

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Early July of 2004 found us back at our local Cancer Center beginning a typical infusion day. I wheeled her to infusion and staff waited there to hook her up and lift her to her bed. She had a portaCath implanted in her chest early on in treatment so needles could be placed in her to accommodate the meds with less pain and soreness. New needles every few days left no time for healing. So the Portacath was a Godsend. . A blood test was taken and rushed to the lab as they needed to know she could handle the poison before injection. . If it was a go the meds were mixed and brought to her. This particular day the injection had been checked and Navelben mixed . Injection had just started and all of a sudden she was choking. Paramedics were called and she was taken to the emergency room right across the street. After hours of testing it was found that her heart had just given up and she needed immediate surgery.

On Doctors orders she not even to go home, just get admitted and get prepped for surgery as her condition was critical. So in the midst of the Cancer Battle we had to stop and direct our efforts towards saving her life,,,on another front..

The heart surgery was long and difficult caused by blood buildup in the chest cavity. Hours after the initial operation they had to go back in to deal with the blood issues. She was opened up, stabilized and Monitored until the buildup subsided, then sewed up and returned to us. Luckily it was the right thing to do and recovery began. The Doctor said her heart looked like that of an 80 yr old women. Recovery from this requires deep breathing exercises that caused jenny much stress and panic. Lung capacity has to be regained and it was easy to see the fear in her eyes those first days as she struggled for air. Being in charge of her care convinced me that I could not put the kids through this mess again. In silence, I made a deal with the He who sets the stars. My heart was just going to have to last.

At the three month mark, and after monitoring her condition. We once again began Chemo Treatments requiring a 4 hour infusion and an 80 mile Round trip once every week. Her heart care was turned over to a funny little man who saw very little reason to plan long term treatment for a dying women.. By this time I’m an expert at giving Enema’s, and it would have taken a very short prompt to offer this smart ah ,,fella a freebee. But we needed him. Jenny’s heart had been cut up pretty bad requiring healing meds. Hopefully, between college Mixers and Frat parties, this fat cat wannabe had retained some Medical knowledge. He certainly needed a refresher in bedside manor.

Around March of 2007 morning meds done and a little food if she could take it and usually the drugs would cause her to drift off for a couple hours. This was my time to catch up on clothes, dishes etc. But today she was wide awake, even happy. And saying things that made little sense. The Morphine always tossed a twist in so I was not real worried. Some days she was just a bit off base. But 3 hours later she was still acting strange and talking crazy so I called the Doctor who told me to get her to emergency… quickly. I used to laugh at that statement. . Quickly my foot, this girl don’t move easy. Wash her, dress her, lift her to her chair, load her in the van, tie her down Drive the 40 miles, and unload her at emergency. Aint no way to do that quick. But I heard the urgency in that Doctors voice so I hurried. 20 minutes in emergency and she was put in a room with IV’s strung from one side to the other. Doctors said the salt content, or percentage in her system was way out of balance, and if she would have drifted one or two points more she would have died.

I’ve been a Christian for many years now and have enjoyed many many blessings. But I’m convinced that all these folks who doubt the Savior need only to look at the incredible human body to confirm its Creator. Who could even look at the intricate structure of an eye and come up with anything logical besides Gods own Design.

Treatments continued into March that year but Jenny’s health was losing ground. The incident with her Sodium content dragged her down and signaled the body’s weakness . Doctors met with her to tell us they could do no more. Home Hospice care was started and a new dimension to an old story began for us. The good part for me was no more 80 mile trips. No more lifting and loading. By this time I was praying thru each week because as she got weaker it was taking more energy to bath her and move her around. I had broken my back in the 70’s and now at age 60 some days I had all I could do to move myself from here to there let along keep up my care giving duties. I had made her a promise that I would take care of her, I was hoping I’d be able to keep that promise. A couple times I had to ask my Son to help. But it was important to me to fulfill my vows.

Isolation became a new issue for us. Being locked in at home began a new chapter in an already bizarre existence. Medical supplies were delivered twice a week. , The Morphine was a cassette in a small machine hanging from her chest. This Machine was delivering a constant amount of drug continually. Jenny also had a button close to her to allow her to take a dose when the pain ramped. On top of that a regimen of other meds were givin throughout the day. As each day developed It was the result of how the meds effected her body and I just responded to what I saw the best I could. This particular day Jenny was almost herself and had asked for a real breakfast. So while she watched TV I began to slice potato’s n onion in preparation for her favorite omelet. All of a sudden I heard her yell,, “OH NO !!! Help, Help “’ I turned and ran to the living room where her bed was. As I came around the corner I saw reflections of flickering flames on the walls. Fire was all over her bed and a steady stream of flame like a blowtorch was coming from her oxygen tube. With a towel I brushed the fire from her arm and smothered the flame in the tube. Except for a small blister on her hand she faired well. But her blanket was melted and oxygen setup destroyed. But It could have been much worse. While she was not able to smoke much anymore she had attempted to light a smoke while I was busy and had forgotten the oxygen tubes in her nose. An easy mistake givin her state of mind and drug level.

Already I can hear some short sighted know it all do-gooder out there now saying,,,” Oh my Gawd she has cancer and still she smokes???. Yes ,Mr do gooder, and if she was not able to curb the habit as a healthy women, what causes you to think that cancer helps?? And don’t get me goin on the cigarette issue. I’m a former smoker who has spent his time huddled out in the cold sneakin a few drags. And Iwas hooked as bad as anyone. One day the Lord just took them away like they were nothing and I witness very personally the Awesome power of the king of Kings. Had he not shown me His grace, I’d be still there puffin away.

If your trusting the Conventional Medical folks to keep you healthy you got lots more issues than I do and its only a matter of time before your diet takes you to your own dilemma. Unless you end up leavin this planet early, your gonna find that your diet causes you many more issues than a two pack a day-er could ever do. I urge you to question every thing you put in your mouth as well as everything you rub on or in your skin. In fact if you will question all those wonderful smelling things you use in and on your body you’ll find many that you assumed were ok are very very toxic. Some even filled with suspected cancer causing agents. I want you to think about that the next time you put down a smoker. At 64 years old one of the best things I’ve done is to start thinking for my self and allow my mind to wonder outside that little box that we’ve been suckered into. It’s amazing how very clear things can become when you let your own mind do your own thinking and allow good old common sense to drift back in. .

The dying Process is anything but simple. And its greatly effected by the drugs prescribed and the way they are delivered. It became apparent early on that this was a guessing game for the doctors as well. Jenny had a painkiller prescribed for bone pain, and another for nerve pain. Then several drugs designed to chase those two drugs and help eliminate the symptoms and residual results they caused. Then, because of all those drugs the body cramps up and constipation results, so,,, now we add stool softeners, fiber additives and enemas to help normal functions.

When they sent her home to die I was confused and scared out of my mind. I asked what to expect, I needed to get a grip on what I had to do. You don’t get a book with this. And you don’t get do-overs. This was life, or the end of it for her and neither of us had any clue how this was gonna go. , But I get to move on with whatever mistakes I was about to make. I was leaving all the experts, I would be dealing with this alone, out in the country there would be no more appointments no more interacting, and already, this felt way to lonely. I was told this was the last stage and it should be all over 2 to 3 months. It was close to 2 years before Jenny died.

SHAREIN THE GOOD NEWS.

From the first day you’re told you have cancer there is a scramble to learn. Catch up maybe a better word. You learn real fast that this is your game and the amount of innings you get will depend on how well you listen. This has not been a priority as the daily chores and caregiving eat up the hours . But now it directs every facet of our life . In the beginning your just trying to keep up with all the new language and procedures. Understanding the treatments and their effect on both the body and your life. Learning what to do to try n recover from the poisons. Grabbing for anything new or different that might help her recover quicker to avoid nausea and weakness. Later on I began to fight a huge battle in my mind as I tried very desperately to make sense of it all. Was I gaining on the confusion? Was I being effective in her care, or would she be better off in a place with real nurses. Many days we just existed not knowing a gain or a loss. Finally, and towards the end, I needed to address all the issues and create a perspective. If for no other reason than to make it clear. To myself. .This would be a horribly long journey if it had no other purpose than to just complete my Vows. I felt people needed to know the other side of this. We learn way to quick to trust and believe those put in positions of authority. And here we were re-learning and re-thinking all stuff that made up life. Relearning after trusting the system. Experiencing first hand how the medical folks used my wife as a practice piece as long as they could then sent her home to walk that last mile alone. But hindsight being what it is the game had shifted. Questions were coming up demanding answers, and the answers we were being givin made no sense. The biggee, If the body runs on food as our fuel, Why is it not even addressed as a key staple to recovery. How could that even be?? The American Medical Association, the top of the heap for those fighting disease did not see Nutrition as important ?? What was I missing here.? These were the guys we were trusting for life itself. Believe me, I wrestled with that one for a long time. But thank God for facts. They really do point to the issues.

SCARY STUFF

There’s an unwritten law that goes with Livin a nightmare.. You don’t move through it without taking on a part of it. And although it’s now been about a year and a half since we said our goodbyes some things just don’t move. Somewhere deep inside my chest is either a scream or a huge sob, I don’t know which. Its drivin by triggers, Some small memory of those days that brings it all forward And immediately that Sob is there. it doesn’t ever leave and never comes all the way out out, it just hangs there, throbbing in my throat, Claiming Some hidden place destined to never let me forget those horrible times. I can only think of two or three times in all my years that I have come to tears and it takes a lot. But a trigger of Jenny’s struggle will take me there in an instant. The tears never Come. They hang silently somewhere just beyond reality. I can feel Them, they are a very real part of the stuff that makes up life. Lately I even try to make it happen, hoping if I push a little I can be free of it. But tryin to cry takes you to a pitifull place, and you soon realize that this is not where you want to be. After a while, After I deal with the trigger, it will take its place once again, wherever that is. It’s cocked and ready. Purposed at Hangin with me until the next time. .

BURN OUT

After a few years in this battle, the Education it provided Gave new meaning and great promise to those wanting to gain health.. I got excited to tell folks what we had learned.

To let them have a wisp of hope I had to be there with Jenny. We needed to do this dyin together. So what better way for me to use our time then to create and Document our progress and give other folks some fresh new hope. When those Doctors gave us the diagnosis, There was no hope, all was lost. And we were left in a vacuum of fear and confusion. The life we had known changed drastically. This could be a way to give others the hope we were not offered. And a great way to make Jenny’s struggle worth something.

I began by building a website and gathered support documents to prove to people that They really did have tools to fight this disease. And www.canceranswersthatheal.com

was created around 2005.

Shortly thereafter I created a blog, www.cancer-isnt-scary.blogspot.com to share realtime events and discoveries. Countless hours were spent on both posting and documenting. And for the first time in many months I felt we were gaining on cancers grip on society.

A quick start Guide was designed so cancer victims could get an immediate start on healing. Fresh juicing and clean water programs were listed. And food processing and the poisons listed therein were exposed so good choices could be made. Folks would call and we’d share great information. And I really thought we were doing well. But soon it became apparent that change was very hard for most, even when facing death it seemed too difficult to even believe in hope. But we kept tryin, every once in a while finding someone willing to think for themselves.

In late 2008 I began to tire of all the negative and started writing less and less. It began to be very clear to me that unless the word Cancer was stamped on a victim’s forehead he/she was not willing to go this route. After all I was asking them to almost completely change their lifestyle.

The Blog and the Website are still there,,,,I think. At least I still pay the hundred bucks for the name,,,.

Every so often the phone will ring. And a new person has seen or heard of my site and wants to talk. We get some compliments , some hi 5’s , and every once in a while a well done. But for the most part. That change to get healthy seems to much unless you’ve been told your dyin. I’ll take bets it’s a guy or gal who’s just had the bomb dropped on them. And the world has just gotten much smaller and they are reaching.

I find myself sitting here now, gazing upword, wondering on all the folks who have called, needing some string of hope. . Did they make it? Did we chat long enough to convince them they had tools to fight with now ?.. Have they put together a nutritional plan to break the ties that cancer has places on their body. Or is a love one, or caregiver standing over what remains after Cancer has taken the joy and literally hangs as a scavenger, eating away the very life of a loved one.

I’m convinced now that you cannot be a caregiver unless God has givin you the gift of caring. To stand or sit with a cancer patient, and share that journey from life to death, to watch daily the change in both attitude and demeanor. To experience the sounds and smells as the body decays and malfunctions on its way to death is no easy task. And in its process, you will be marked indelibly. Unless you feel within you, a special heart cry to be with the dying, I urge you to pass. For this is a journey assigned to those who need to be there. I have met these people. And the skill in the care they give defies understanding. But the love that they have for the dying is very apparent, very sincere, and very very special.

GETTING STARTED

The primary perpose for writing this book was to answer the cries for help. Hearing you have cancer not only gets your attention, but in a few unkind seconds it destroys every aspect of who you were less than a minute ago. Meals change, work schedules and other commitments are gone. Forget the vacation, party or function you penciled in. You have just entered a battle that will consume not only every waking moment but it will rob many many quiet sleeps of dreams. Instead you’ll find yourself in a cloudy tomb, oblivious to the world around you, drivin night and day by a confusing cluster of doctor appointments. Testing and commitments created at least in part to make you absolutely crazy too.

Getting started was a simple lifestyle change designed to put the patient back in control. I know when we finally learned enough to take back some of our life it felt awesome. And that’s what I wanted to provide for these folks.

Directions were givin in a free one page report beginning with securing a clean water source. While that sounds simple its anything but. The body needs to filter the poisons, water is that Vehicle, not soda pop or Power drinks. Water is Gods Medicine.

There are literally hundreds of skin products, shampoo’s, crèmes, etc that use for a base preservative Formaldehyde, a known Carcinogen. So time needs to be givin to being aware of what we put both on and in the skin. The body itself being porous, it can unknowingly absorb much that we need to be aware of. Instructions were given to avoid processed foods because of the “preservatives” we consume every day. And awareness that there were Organically grown Alternates for better choices.

It was also important to address Taking good cold processed supplements to boost the immune system and to Educate them on the fact that Soils are depleted and our bodies need help.. This one page alone was a “toolbox” full of great information to get them started on a path to both recovery and hope. I figured if I could get them to start, the rest, or more interest would follow. And they would already be on the road to recovery. When cancer comes you’re reaching desparatly for hope. . I just wanted to fill that need.

EDUCATION, ALL THE WAY AROUND !!!

The last 3-4 years of Jenny’s life were tough. And as the disease progressed she became more difficult to move, dress, bath, etc. When Tumors threatened to break hip bones, we listened because they had already broken a right arm bone and two or three ribs. I had purchased a wheelchair to get her to chemo appointments and would lift her to the van , then lift the chair into the back, then reverse it at the hospital. I had broken my back mid seventies, and although healed it made the task fairly challenging. Finally I welded up a hitch my brother gave me to make it easier. I didn’t know it then, but three different people had called the American Cancer Society about getting me some help but were told they were not able to help at that time. . The next year as her strength weakened I could no longer lift her in by myself, so I borrowed money to buy an older van with a lift in it. That time I called American Cancer Society asking any help they had but alas and alas the kitty was empty. Interestingly, at that very same time, in that very same County: they were running an area ad, looking for an Assistant Manager for $70.000 plus “perks”.

Towards the last of her life we had to run 80 miles a day for 15 days to Radiation and the Cancer folks found 50 bucks for us to help with gas. . So I’d better fess up to that

Jen and I are both close to 60. And every year of our working years, when those cancer folks came around we gave,,,,,,,,,,,,,,until now.

The cure for cancer will never be found,, because too many people would lose a paycheck. Nasty to say??? Not from where I stand. I still give as the Lord leads. Those who call now for donations get a different answer. For giggles, take the total recorded donations givin to the Cancer folks for any givin year. Then times it by the 30 some years they have been around. Pretty huge number anyway you slice it. Now do your level best to justify its usage. I guarantee you’ll come up a bit short.

All the new cancer centers are installing revolving doors and offer Valet service. Let me assure you that it’s not because they love you. The field of Medicine is an ever increasing and Highly profitable Industry, Rooted and Comfortably Grounded in the solid fact that if we continue on our present diet they can’t lose. The ACS stands to reap a huge chunk of that pie and has been doing so for a lot of years now.

Jenny’s weekly trip to Chemo Infusion required a trip to the cancer center then a lift to bed and a 3 hour drip infusion. . There was a silent unwritten law at the center, and everyone knew that if their Nursing procedures interfered with her seeing Dr Phil heads would Roll. She might be sick but no one disturbs her during Dr Phil. . Although it was common knowledge that jenny would not survive a trip to His show, several of us wrote to ask for a autographed picture . But He was to busy, even with a staff of hundreds to sign a picture for a dying women was to much effort. I let him know what I thought by letter, you can draw your own conclusion.

RESPONSIBILITY AND COMMON SENSE ARE GONE

Forty years ago your chances of getting cancer were at one point about 37 to 1. Each year since then those numbers have reduced steadily. Today, most experts are saying it’s close to one in two. After the crash course we have taken, and the information that has surfaced, I think its only a matter of time for any of us unless your willing to use caution to what your putting in and on your body.

In 1996 , When we first began to speak to folks about nutrition and the poisons in processed foods. We were fresh and inexperienced. But determined to share what we were learning. Each time we tried to present new ideas we were met with lots of rolled eyes and raised eyebrows. It was hard back then to get people to think on their own. We had gotten to the point of trusting the Doc to make it better. When Cancer can just step in and take your life,its not working. . The word is out. Hardly a day goes by now that we are not hearing something new. Either Its Tainted eggs, diseased chicken, Ecoli in Processed meats or a growing list of other issues including new studies on Genetically modified foods. It’s not rocket science and it makes perfect sense. We’ve messed and modified our food sources and have compromised healthy eating. In its place we are offering foods packed with Processing ingredients designed for shelf life rather than nutrition. Greed in the Industry’s has caused many to turn a blind eye to concern for safety. Genetically Modified foods already cover the nation and recent studies indicate a huge effect on fertility in women. This with the FDA’s approval. Kind of makes you wonder whose side They are on. My fear is that we are only seeing a small part of it.

In 2001 I began to modify my kitchen. Teflon breaks up and you chew and eventually swallow all that chemical coating. Aluminum leaches metal so out with it. Stainless steel, cast Iron and glass are acceptable. A bit hard to adjust to , yup but easy on the mind and the body.

Cooking utensils that could not be completely cleaned were tossed and replaced with NSF approved Utensils. In most cases you’ll find them to be designed around sanitation.

Filtered water in stores is for the most part a farce and I’ve never found a “Certified” source that was lagit,. But for $100.00 bucks and a trip to fleet farm you will have the means to create your own system offering clean and pure water from anywhere.

We are a lazy people. We would rather pay twice or three times the price for Mac n Cheese in a nice perdy box than to add a cup o milk n some cheese to our own clean organically produced noodles. But read the label on that box your buyin, Why all the extra ingredients.? A little thought coupled with some personal concern and ill bet you can reason it through. I was told during my “bringin up” that my kids needed Floride, never once doubting it. FLORIDE IS POISON!!! Wonder how much good I did my kids all those years. In fact Some of those tubes even carry “overdose “ warnings.

MSG is in many or most foods. Oh it’s hardly ever boldly represented, and it now has many names and forms. But MSG was originally designed to fatten lab rats and pigs. It worked so doggone well that it was re created as a food additive.

Those wonderful creams n lotions you gals love to rub on. Are you aware that your skin is the largest body organ, and “absorbs” darn near anything you put on it. Did you also know that Formaldehyde is “widely” used as a cheap preservative in many of those products, even some baby foods.?? And Formaldehyde is a know carcinogen!!! Are you getting this?? Can you even believe it?? Its not only true, But its killing us.

And this is only an overview, there is much more poison used on you today. I urge you to stop and think before you continue buying blindly.

Cancer loves Sugar, Sugar stalls the Immune System, And one single can of soda I’m told contains around 12 spoons of sugar. Folks haul this stuff home by the ton.

Somewhere around 1996 I to discovered I had Bladder Cancer. Surgery was done and I moved on with life working towards getting a healthy Diet. . However I never cleared the Doctors office without being told that I needed to quit Smoking. The surgery was done by Conventional Doctors as they are currently the only folks licensed to cut. But the rest of my care had already been turned over to My Homeopathic Care physician Dr Greg Peterson. At that time, My comment to Dr. Greg was, If your going to harp on me about smoking lets table it. Because I’ve tried several times with no luck. Gregs Answer was this. I wish you to try and quit because you need more healing oxygen, But if you’ll get off the Conventional Cigarettes, and get away from all those additives I’ll let you alone. When you really research smoking, you find that there are an incredible amount of additives added to the tobacco in conventional smokes. At this writing, in 2010 I’m tickled to share with you that the Lord freed me from the curse of smoking on February 2nd this year. But I also want you to understand that I rolled my own Chemical free tobacco from then to now and my last bladder inspection was clear. While it can be confusing I can clear it up pretty easily By saying this. Grab any old bag of potato chips in any store you want, read the label. When we “MAKE” potato chips at home, its potato’s fried in grease or oil and a little salt. . Now, take your bag of chips and try and justify all those added ingredients. If that doesn’t make you question the integrity in food processing I will not be successful either. ,,

THE END IS NEAR

January 2009 found Jenny losing her battle. Her body was swelled and tumors were easy to see in her legs thighs and arms as well as those we knew that were inside. Her skin was dry and blotchy, her Hair like straw. We Applied lotion every day to control the bed sores and help Hydrate her skin. But the battle increased and we couldn’t stay ahead of the dryness. Keeping her clean was an ever present task as there were areas I could no longer get to without help. Sponge baths were all we could do and then only when I was aided by my Sister. The muscles in her ankles had long since been unable to hold her feet up. And they now laid straight pointing towards the bottom of the bed. Therapy experts had ordered a set of “boots” ($500 ) designed to keep her legs normal . But as comfort began to take precedence the boots were removed.

Jen’s Catheter needed to be changed weekly. And as she became more drugged and more weak. It became more of a chore. As the week progressed I would bath her daily, But by weeks end the smell became very strong as there were areas I could not reach without help. It was a team effort. She was weak and it was painful for her.

I would have to literally try to hold her left leg high and spread her hips wide while the nurse removed the old catheter, cleaned the area and then inserted and secured the new one. Many times the result of that simple task was pain and tears for her before we could finish.

The issue of pain was a tough one. Because as the pain meds kicked in they also enhanced and compounded things as well. Sometimes the slightest pinch or poke would draw a sharp yell, and for a long while I couldn’t understand it because I was trying very hard to be gentle. But slowly you realized that the meds were making it feel like more pain than there really was. So I would deliberately but carefully stage it to seek a reaction. I then began to realize the effects the drugs were having and could be comfortable in my tasks. But leading up to that point there were a few mental struggles as I would wrestle with the idea of having someone give her care who might be more careful and gentle, and would cause less pain.

The Morphine pump was ramped up steadily as the pains increased. And as the Morphine was increased , the Jenny I knew sank deeper into the drug. Another pump was added to address other pains and other issues. As a result, she just became more of a junkie You soon discover that what your doing is administering a controlled overdose. If you did this on the street you’d get arrested. We were killing her in legal increments under Doctors orders. But as bad as that sounds I was grateful for them.

Except for the TV 24/7 the room was a Tomb. Shades were drawn, the dull hum and whirr of oxygen and air mattress as background. And the smells of many different meds and decaying flesh to finish it. . No one visits the dying. There’s no need to polish the silver or straighten the rugs. Death has a stench and it lives here. This is not a place people like to be.

She slept most of the day now. And the house stays quiet . I sit for my hours trying to absorb it all and stare at what used to be not only my wife of 42 years but once also a very beautiful Women. I knew my wife still laid there.. But I could not believe all the torture she had endured. What Lay before me the results of a battle ending. But as bad as it was to see her life ebbing away, she was not in nearly as much pain anymore. And the pain she was having was covered by the drugs that took her to a place somewhere beyond the Hell that she had known.. The journey was to continue for a time yet but she could now just close her eyes and ride out the hard parts.

THE LONG GOODBYE

I’m so very glad that I know Jesus Christ. For in Jesus is the understanding to life and death and everything in between. The Bible speaks of Walking through the Valley of the Shadow of death. I believe I’ve walked that valley at least a couple of times now. First with my Mom, and now with my wife.

When you except Jesus Christ, scripture says The Holy Spirit comes to live within you. I’ve witnessed that Spirit in both my mother and My wife as the proper time came to exit a dying body. There is much documented Material to support these Ideas if you care to look. And if you care not to look, it’s ok too. For your Salvation is between you and your God. I just need you to know that He’s pretty awesome, and the key to your questions..

We were moving towards Jenny’s Home Going. The signs were all around.. Hospice Nurses were a great help and “coached” me as much as they could. The room Jenny laid in took on a strange look and feel. For me, the Numbness I lived in became even more cushioned as The Lord helped me move through those last hours.

The will to live and the Love of family are incredibly strong. And even the tremendous amount of meds did not control her will. At one point she said she did not want to wake up any more so a huge increase of Morphine was added to keep her sedated. Several hours into this added drug she woke herself to the amazement of all and called for her youngest grandbaby. Malachi was placed beside her on her bed and she held him one last time. Her strength was nothing short of incredible. Although drugged beyond belief she still held control. She’d decided that she needed to touch her grandchild once more time And there would be nothing to stand against her. .

Even time took on an Erie feel as everything seemed to stop. No more meds, no need to comfort, no meals to fix. This was the beginning of the end.

Throughout this journey I had decided to only share what was needed with the kids. It was not necessary for them to see any more than what they had to. I would share with them her progress. But try to shield them from as much as I could. When it was over, I would call them and let them come and spend their last moments with Mom before I called the Authorities. It was a great plan but not needed. They were there almost daily sharing concern and love sensing the change. Spending precious time while they could.

MY Son stood with me as we watched the drug take her deeper into a place she would not return from. Her breathing slowed . Her eyes closed in what appeared a restful sleep. I stood at her side and took her hand. Leaning forward I share a last goodbye to the Wife of my youth. Earlier we had made our peace and forgiven each other for any wrongs. So now it was just goodbye.

She took a breath, then stopped. And for a long while nothing, Then once again began to breath. But I’d been told that this might happen so we just waited. This was the dying Process. And the body did not give up easily. Soon another deeper breath and then nothing. After 10 minutes we knew that Mom ‘s battle had ended. And that the Spirit that had used this Vessel now sat at the Feet of Jesus and was finally free of the Demon Cancer.

Crystal, Our youngest child was home taking care of Her babies so I called her to come over. She didn’t want to go to Mom but I urged her to go with me to her side. . The difficulty and finality almost to much. We had dreaded this moment now for over three years. And it faced us now full on. “No Momma” she said “wakeup” and the tears flowed freely. I felt so stupid, why had I pushed her into this. Why do I always need to try and fix things? My mind was racing, trying to process what I was seeing. Maybe I needed to take her back out of the room. Why God? Why don’t you give me wisdom for these situations? Because of my need to be the boss, I may have pushed her to far. Then Crystal summoned her courage to reach over and touch her Momma’s hand. And as if Mother and Daughter had reached across the Barrier of death the fear that had gripped her , was gone . In its place I witnessed the love of a Daughter, purposed in preparing her Mom for her journey to the Savior. Crystal got her clothes and we dressed her. I saw my daughter who stood just a few minutes earlier literally frozen in fear, primp her mom’s hair, doing her makeup, Making sure her Mom was ready for her journey home. Mom n Daughter had together created a quilt with the pictures of Grandbabies somehow secured in the Fabric. And as we prepared her, Her grandchildren became her cover. She would now take them with her to her rest. And together they would sleep the peaceful sleep of scripture, until the trumpet of Christ signaled her to her crowns.

Procedures needed to be followed so the Charge Nurse from Hospice was called . Once she arrived, And checked Vitals the legality could be followed in determining death. .Pam had been Jenny’s Nurse since we began this journey, It was only proper that she finish it with us. Her duties now fulfilled, and the body prepared for travel. She turned to face me. Huge tears lay on her cheeks as she came to hug me. “I’m sorry Butch, I have to go “ she said, and headed for her car. This had not been a “Normal” Hospice for her. The two month dying process had gone on much longer. Jenny was nom longer, just another patient. And try as she might, Pam had let it become personal.

Life Goes on

As the afternoon sun began to drift towards the horizon, a steel gray Hearse carried away the remains of Genevieve Rommel Pomeroy Rothering. While most would say she lost her battle, that was not true. Jenny had reached her reward. We knew where she was and What she had been through to get there.. What was important now was to make sure her suffering was justified. And that is the purpose of these pages. A.L.R.

is it really Peanut butter?

2009-12-28T18:43:00.000-08:00

Theres a major frustration involved in trying to share with folks the deception in selling us processed foods . While it becomes complicated because of the many procedures that can come into Processing. . I’ve simplified a couple very easy ones that paint a very clear picture.

PEANUT BUTTER is a plain and simple Staple food that can provide quick and easy protein s , and has been widely used by moms across the planet to feed hungry kids on the bounce between school n supper time.. We trust our instincts and freely offer this to those we love. My Peanut butter , organic of course, shows ingredients of peanuts and a bit of salt. Take a moment now and go read the label on the jar in your cupboard. Find a few extra things in there??

Peanuts are a demand commodity, Harvested for their versatility. Very little care goes into providing nutrition for your kids. First priority is to crush and extract the peanut oils as it is widely used in many industries. Then we need to find a cheap Hydrogenated oil to put back into the peanut mush. And because it tends to separate now we can add a chemical to suspend it in the peanut mush. Now, we need to add a preservative so it wont spoil, and another to prevent caking, and another to make it appear like real peanut butter, and finally a nice label to make you think your buying,,,,,,,,,,,Peanut butter..

MILK is another food easy to see through. But milk is probably one of the more truthful labelers I’ve seen. When that cap color and label indicates 1 % you can bet there’s about one percent milk and 99 percent water.

Just Yesterday I picked up a gallon of whole Organic milk. But quickly put it back knowing full well if the kids saw the thickened cream on the top they would not drink it of . Conditioning in the food industry has cause a great issue of complacency, and we have distanced ourselves from the need to know . The real properties of real milk require it to be moving or it separate. When its taken from the cow its dumped into a stainless steel vat with a moving paddle that constantly keeps it moving. So, in order to sell you that nice even textured product found on grocers shelves, weather one percent, two percent or whole, they need to heat it first and destroy the chain enzymes then add suspending chemicals, and preserving chemicals and who knows what else. Until the real part of your milk is not very real anymore and much less nutritious.

Did you ever make potato chips at home?? Simply a matter of thin slicing a potato dropping it in boiling oil and tossing on a little Salt. If you’ll check the label on chips purchased in a store you’ll find a PARAGRAPH of ingredients. Is it any wonder our bodies cry out with Disease?? Cancers not some sneaky lil bug that Crawls up your sock n takes residence. You let him walk right in the front door. Moving away from cancer and disease can be as simple as making better choices. My potato chips cost me a buck more a bag, my milk about the same, overall, on average my food cost is 20 percent higher. The extra I pay for good whole foods for a year would be consumed by one visit to the Cancer Center.

Making better choices can simply mean examine what your eating and invest in yourself. You really are worth it. A.L.R.

THE STARS N STRIPES ARE TIRED

2009-11-29T14:42:00.000-08:00

I stood alone in the Gray Dawn of this November morning, staring out across a quiet sky. A cold breeze my only companion, Off in the distance a huge American flag waving gently carrying the weight of an honored system. Old Memories carried me back to my school years and the many stories surrounding Her birth and design. The honor she once held. Even as school children we were taught that Old Glory was the bind that held us together and that to even let one corner of the stars n strips touch the ground was unacceptable, That to be An American was something very special. That huge cluster of stars represented a people rooted and grounded in the traditions of men who literally shed their own blood that I might live a free man. Those red strips represent the blood that was spilled by many men unselfishly so my kids might enjoy freedom today. NO, !! that was no typo MEN DIED for Old Glory, Family men, like your dad your brother gave up their very lives for the very same freedoms that We are letting a crooked Government take from us piece by piece.

I stood and watched Her, high above, watched Her Wave those strips. But I sense a weariness as She still stands Majestic in every way.

Think back with me to a picture still etched in your memory. A tattered n torn flag held up by the bloody hands of men fighting for your freedom, bodies on the ground, still clutching the pole, not willing to let go because of what she ment.

I am sickened by those who cannot, or will not see what’s happening today. If your so busy that you have no time to get involved, you deserve whats coming.

At this very moment, you are free to chose . but only because someone else gave their LIFE for you.

Old

Glory still waves, but Shes tired and needs our help GET ENVOLVED

\ A.L.R.

Looking past the Pain

2009-11-16T14:45:00.000-08:00

Lately, I find my writings to lean more towards life and the stuff that comes down the pike. Things that effects our everyday lives. The Cancer information, seemingly still so valuable to me, tends to fall on deaf ears.

There is a very short phrase coined by this generation , that I think we all need to visit more often. It’s called “OWN IT”” Simple to learn, easy to remember, but very deep in content.
June 18th , this year ended a 13 yr cancer struggle for Jenny and I. And I’m left with a 3 pound box of ashes, fading memories, and a ton of questions . The attempts to get back to normal were futile, and it took a revelation from my youngest to put it in place. “normal is never going to be again Dad. ,We need to seek a new normal.” Convinced she was right we began again, trying hard to patch up the old wounds and move on. There are no options, life changes, you just need to 'Own it', N move on.

October 27th, four months later I stood with my son, in the lower level of his home. And watched helplessly while he tried to revive his wife of 20 years. I will never forget the look of desperation on his face as we tried everything possible to breath life back into this one who had bore his children and shared his life . In a few short moments all that used to be was gone, replaced by challenges so huge that even an attempt to think it through was overwhelming.
Kathy’s life now over, the first hurdle was to tell the kids. Much discussion and planning took place to make sure all avenues were investigated. That meeting took place in Al’s living room where a very simple and honest delivery of guarded facts were given to three very concerns kids.
A few whimpers and tears followed as an 8,11 and 12 year old tried to absorb the fact that Mom would never come home again. And within minutes of that information, all three were on the trampoline, seeing who could outdo the other, tucking thoughts of Mom somewhere back behind the giggles.
Today is day eight of the new normal. Much of what used to be is gone. Replaced by a numbness that carries you from point A to point B in a function, non-function status. New routines begin to develop and Al assumes the roll of Mister Mom one step at a time.
He points to his chest and says, “did it hurt Dad in your chest, when Mom died?". The reply, “Yes Son it did, But it wont stay, it will get less n less.“ I can read the look on his face like a book. I can feel the pain in his eyes as if Jenny's passing was yesterday. But I can do nothing but be here to try and support him as the walls of the life they built together comes crashing down on him in waves so heavy they drove his dad into a bottle if only for a short time. This is my first born, a son so dear to me that I’d give my life for him. But I’m only allowed to watch.
I had asked the Lord one time, after the kids had left the nest. "What lord, What good am I now". His answer, "to keep them in prayer and covered by the blood of Christ". When Kathy died my son had said , “I don’t want to be alone Dad”. So I’m here, but I’m able to do nothing but watch him go through this alone. When his mom died, I could at least shield him and the other kids from some of what I saw. Here, he must take it alone.
Life goes on for those of us left behind, for Kathy, a new life begins. She rests at the feet of the master awaiting the day she receives her crowns and begins eternity with the King of Kings.

Like any Father, the first couple days I worried for my son. How could he manage, when can he work, how will he assume all the tasks now required of him in this now very real 'MisterMom' position. A realtime crash course in adjustment 101 with no “spring break” in sight.
The years have givin me both insight and advantage, both absolutely necessary for survival. And both a free 'perk' for walking with and getting to know Jesus Christ. I used to chuckle at those who would be so stupid as to say 'the Lord talked to me'. I’d make a face maybe turn my head and pity the jerk, hoping he’d just go away. At 62 enough waters run under this ole bridge that we are carefull with the kiddin and very serious about who the boss is. Cemetery’s full of folks who thought they could outrun Him, And life is just a whole lot easier when you bunk with Him n try to listen to His laws. But heck, I know there’s some tough guys out there, Go for it! You deserve the truth. If you're so stubborn that you gotta do it the way I did, no better time than now for learnin. . Always figured if you gotta take a beating its best to get at it n get to the other side.
The day after Kathy’s passing, I sat across the kitchen table watching Al try to juggle work, issues with the house, a good number of folks who just wanted to help and then try to respond to 3 motherless kids with questions on dress, homework, etc. I could do nothing but sit there and my heart ached to be able to pitch in. And out of the blue the Lord spoke to my heart and said,
”your eyes are focused on the hurt and confusion. Look past to find Me. It was no surprise to me. I knew Kathy was leaving, I placed her to rest, She sleeps with those who wait the day of my return. Your Son will grieve as I allow it, and as you also did grieve. Those grandbabies are covered in the love of their father and all will be well. . This is a new beginning and not an end. No part of the future has been forgotten. And he will not be alone. Trust me for I am He who sets the moon and the stars. I am fully able and will leave nothing undone."
And as I was able to look with new vision and insight it became very clear that what was revealed was very true. We were truly walking through the valley of the shadow of death but the sting was gone. My Son functioned incredibly well and his grief was haltered. Many times I see wisdom in the things he does and says that would not be there if consumed by this. Three grandkids laughed and played with hardly a sign that mom was gone. Denial? Not a chance. Dad created journals and each night before prayers they would each write something special about Mom. They “camped out” in the Rec room together, two mattresses tossed together to create a place of safety,. where that little family could lay close at night to dispel the fear or talk and cry. Dad said the questions got very deep after the lights went out and the oneness of a bruised family could heal in its own time. At bedtime I would not even attempt to enter that area. It was sacred ground, a place for just him n the kids. Gods wisdom created it and it works exceptionally well.
At the risk of sounding bizarre what an incredible thing to witness. Death is as much a part of life as life itself. And to be able to see beyond the vail,..such a blessing

Age is not all bad. At 62 I can see back a stretch. See both hills and valleys, both joy and sad times confirming once again the truth in Gods word. My Son now says he wants to go to the Lord before me, because hes lost enough. But time will change that. He will see the joy in seeing those he loves grow and become adults. At that time he will know the blessings I now enjoy. .
At 20 we are invincible, at 30 smarter than most, 40 brings forth life’s reality’s. And by 50 we begin to see mortality through Gods eyes, maybe the aches n pains help. But you definitely are aware that life is not forever and you’d better get at the business of trying to understand where your headed. At 40 death scared me, so much so that I petitioned the Lord to teach me so I could function without fear. I feared seeing a son or daughter laying in a coffin, and it consumed me, yet I was helpless to change a thing. He has done that and much much more and I stand ready to rest at His Command. But until He tells me my days are finished I walk by faith. There is no fear, no disease, nothing placed here that does not bow its knee to the King of Kings, and by His grace He has allowed me to be His Child. Nothing in me deserves this love, for I am as filthy rags. But this Holy God, who simply spoke this world into being has kept His word and walked with me and blessed me way beyond a fair measure. Should I die this day, I am so far ahead.

This article seems to have no end. Each attempt to close brings more thoughts, more blessings, memories that need to be shared. That being said I’ll simply give the alter call and it will be your choice whether life will be your struggle, or the joy it can be. If the Lord Jesus Christ see’s value in spending time with me, then surely He will listen when you speak. I promise you, that if with sincerity in your heart you’ll ask Him to reveal Himself to you, you’ll never be the same again. for He is a GREAT and Mighty KING ,,,,,A.L.R.

A PENIS ISSUE

2009-10-16T05:24:00.000-07:00

Its always fascinated me how using any sexual connotation can draw readership. So on the important articles i try to grab your attention. And Actually, the test for Bladder Cancer becomes a Penis Issue rather quickly. I remember a concerned friend asking me to tell him what he was in for with his up n coming bladder cancer test. Its quit simple I told him. Go home, grab the garden hose and try to force it into that Lil opening you pee out of. Needless to say, it was not the answer He was looking for, But sitting in those Stirrups,, yeah, the same ones missy used when Lil Jonathan came poppin out. gives you a Birdseye view of a very huge hose goin into a very small opening. And if there is one among you who needs to ask ,, "Does it hurt," I've missed my mark. And this folks, gets to be repeated every 6 months, till yu die.
That may have been one reason I looked for other methods in treatment
I believe I'm now entering my 7Th year since my cancer showed itself, And another all clear has just been sounded as my test results show everything in a normal range. And while This pleases me immensely I never forget that God is in control. I
I don't however have to dance with that garden hose, as there is a much less painful test that is much more accurate.
in 1996 a test called the AMAS Test was created that requires a simple blood test to determine Immunal Activity. It not only Monitors my cancer but also places a watch over all disease. Six monthes ago my test showed increased immune system activity indicating something in my system was getting out of control. I was given a supplement and rescheduled for another test in two months. Last week the results of the new test were in showing everything in a normal range. THIS IS WHY Cancer is not scary, This is also why we need to be living a life of maintaining health. If a doctor is so flippant that he /she can tell you your cancer free Your being lied too. For those of you who know my story you have followed at least in part my wife's 13 year fight against cancer. For the record she lost that battle 3 months ago after listening to every word the medical profession had to say for all that time. If numbers trip your trigger then look closely at those numbers. Conventional Cancer treatment only works for those on the dollar end. Take the time to think thru any treatment offered. Cancer is simply Your Body yelling for help because You abused it. Begin to address the issues before you. Stop dumping junk into your body and begin to treat it well,
The AMAS Test was developed in 1996, and all the documentation is there. But unless you seek the truth it will not find you. The Garden hose scenario is a funny twist to a very uncomfortable procedure, one i've found that is not even necessary. knowledge is power, sometimes even LIFE
Gods very best A.L.R.
I'm blessed to know the Lord Jesus Christ, and ultimately He will determine the length of my days. I am at peace with His decision, but not willing to give up one day to disease.

Hello, I'm back

2009-09-20T18:42:00.000-07:00

I should begin with an apology. Jen's passing tossed me for a loop. See, I had it all figured, she was dieing, so I was grieving along the way, and when it was over it would be time to move on.
Life's full of surprises, and my 'practical pete" approach, which seemed logical at the time failed miserably at her passing.
As the rooms began to close in plan B was not to be found and the only peace i saw was in the bottom of a rum n coke. If my friends could see me now. I sat alone in the big ole room , The same room I'd lived in for the last three years changing her meds ,living her pain and watching her die one day at a time. There was nowhere to go, this was home. but the quiet was deafening. 60's music cranked to the max barely covered the sounds of her crying, and a thousand bad memories pressed in to remind me of the many times i failed to ease her suffering.
The beer went down easy, just taking the edge away. but the demons would leave as the rum kicked in. And soon the room would become much smaller . what was once a heavy load would soon meld into a fuzzy gray numbness that required much less thought. Once that point was reached the music sounded better and even my voice blended perfectly as i crooned away into the night. But we all know those kinda hid-a-ways only work while your drinking, so every morning brought the battle back in full force. After a few days of that and memories of a drunken father, it became very clear that this was a solution that needed a better solution. So I shook it off and began to deal with life in smaller increments.
If you've read some of my stuff you know the purpose of this Blog. So to watch my wife succumb to the poisons of treatment was a very painful and frustrating time. Death and dieing are very personal. And each person needs to be honored by their choices. Everything I've learned, every part of my being tells me Jenny didn't need to die. But I watched the poison go into her body every week for years and had a ringside seat to its effect on her "treatment".
So, I'm back, with apologies to all. another chapter to life has begun as I attempt to file away memories and a lifetime. The grieving for the most part now behind me. And God has provided new direction Life itself now has taken on new value as I've witness its fragility. Each new day now a blessing from the Master and a gift I will not take for granted. I chose to look at this day and see what God has provided for me, and make it count. and Tomorrow,, He has a plan for that too. Gods very best A.L.R.

SHE DIDN'T HAVE TO DIE,,,,,,,,,,,,,

2009-07-25T07:15:00.000-07:00

i'll start this with an apolagy, As i've abandoned things here for quit a while. jenny's passing on the 17th of June set me back more than I had it figured. And i'm just now beginning to feel real again. Jen had been sick so long that I had it figured that my grieving was being done during the caregiving and that as soon as it was over, i'd just pick up and move on. Things just didn't happen as I had planned. So I've been moping around out on my deck for weeks trying to get things back to normal. but the fact is, Normal will never be again. for those things that made up the normal are gone and I need to seek a new normal, one that allows me to function and once again become productive.

One of the reasons I hesatated in my return was the fact that after all my bragging here on the powerin living a healthy lifestyle my own wife lost her battle to disease. And i needed to once again think through those things which I believe.

jenny's battle was hard fought, and lasted a full 13 years. Mine was the easy part in just trying to provide comfort. But the journey provided pricless information that without her struggle would be lost to me

. The tragedy , as I see it is she didn't have to die. Life is precious, death and dying very personal. and ultimately we honor those afflicted, as well as their choices. So it was with Jenny, as it is for the many others who choose Conventional Medical Treatment.

Someone asked a few days ago if I was against Chemo, and my answer was no. If you found a growth or Tumor, and Chemo, or Radiation was needed to zap it or slow its grown thats a good choice , as long as its not followed by series after series of infusions until the immune system is fully destroyed. Jenny's Tumor Markers were down in the teens Yet she opted to stay on the chemo against my suggestions. I believe in my heart that was a bad decision and the continued regimen of weekly Chemo finally was to much for an already taxed immune system.

Am I certain , obviously not. It's just my best judgement based on 13 years of struggle.

Jenny rests now, a well deserved rest. I never met such a fighter. And today she sleeps at the feet of Jesus awaiting the day He decides this mess is over. Judging from what I see out there, and comparing it to scripture and Gods past accounts It wont be long before we will see him Coming in the clouds.

The pictures above show the care taken in just transporting, and administering Chemo n radiation. I dont thin nI need to waste type on what it does inside the body. I''ll leave

that up to you.. A.L.R.

Jenny..The Struggle is Over And She has Taken the Lords Hand!

2009-06-21T12:00:00.000-07:00

By Butch's/Ssnuffy's Sister, Linda Brown:

For those who have stopped by to read Butch's posts, I apologize that he has not been on for awhile. As most of you know, his wife, Jenny, has been battling cancer for many many years. On Wednesday, June 17th, Jenny finally left this world and is now walking hand in hand with the Lord. Praise God, her struggle is over!

This past month or so has been difficult for Butch, to say the least, since the cancer had consumed Jenny and her days have been barely tolerable. Butch was by her side day and night, just trying to meet all of her needs and comfort her. She was at peace in her last hours and minutes and Butch was there to let go of her and let her take hold of the Father's mighty hand.

Thank you all for the many thoughts and prayers for them. I know that he appreciate each and every one of you. He doesn't know that I'm posting this. I just wanted to ask that you all continue to keep him in your prayers. It has been a very long rough road and the coming days and months will be difficult as well. Please continue to lift he and his family up to the Lord for strength and peace as they grieve the loss of Jenny. She was my sister in law, but also a very dear friend. Thank you and God Bless.

BEHIND YOUR EYEBALLZ

2009-05-27T09:24:00.000-07:00

I remember once going to the factory where my wife worked to take her a lunch she'd forgotten. As I moved through the production area my mind, ears and nose worked overtime trying to process the bangs and clangs and rumbles. Everyone was producing, each job focused.
If you've ever wondered why sleep is deemed so important maybe we can make a correlation to the sights n sounds in that factory environment.
The absence of noise, dimmed light source, and the body lying prone, coupled with a warm blanket will cause the body to seek rest. As a result, those systems designed for motion, action and thought processing go to a rest mode. The eyes close and heart and breathing slow, and it would appear to those who observe that the body is now at rest. But in actuality the very opposite is true. While day functions cease the battle is just beginning. Behind the eyeballs a conference has just been called and all those who monitor are required to attend. SSnuffy heads the meeting, gathering info from each attending, creating a battle plan for the shift. Station one reports a low energy reserve as a result of lack of sleep while ssnuffy makes notes. Station two reports high toxin levels at the head, arms and legs from formaldehyde that's oozed thru the skin from shampoos and creams. station three reporting high Sugar overload from soda pop while station 4 is reporting a massive intake of saturated fats and salt. Reports come up from downstairs that the colon is in overload and is drastically in need of a cleanse to get rid of standing toxins and a crew is dispatched immediately to try and at least contain the poison. Water levels are dangerously low due to low intake hindering the ability of the team to function properly.
The results are quickly tallied and the night crew of immunal warriors is summoned . With so much to do the crew is devided and dispatched with orders to do what they can in each area of concern before morning, knowing there is just too much to do to get the body back to 100 percent. Soon the tax of another day is added and the condition of the body is dropped yet another notch. This goes on Behind your eyes every day of your life,,,until,,,,,,,, is there any wonder people get cancer? There's no longer an excuse for not knowing. There is tons of information out there, way more than enough to convince you that your body needs a hand.
The choice is yours and the tools are everywhere.

Freedom is NOT Free !!~! R u Willing to Fight???

2009-05-26T04:59:00.000-07:00

I'm Angry,,, Hell no, I'm "Pissed"!! as the media chases a mom and her son across the map , hungry for some print because she wont conform to a judges decision concerning the health of her son. This lady stands her own struggle, fighting for the right to make good decisions about her son's future. Anyone that has watched the cancer struggle, and the results of a regimen of that crap knows full well why she did what she did. The young son, Daniel, so fearful, from the first bout of chemo, threatened to run away. And all that mom did was go with him.
Religious or not, you cannot beat Gods system. I'd even go so far as bet that you can't. The idea , of placing Judges in positions of authority was implemented by God himself to help Moses with troubled times. And the requirement was that they were men, above reproach, who walked in wisdom and relied on the Lords guidance to make good decisions. Not a week goes by anymore that we are not hearing of some judge coming up with some lame brained decision over common sense issues. We let them chase this mom to hell and back for trying to be a mom and save her son from some agony while the plain truth is if Daniel was still in her womb it would be OK to jam a sharp knife into the back of his neck and kill him.
This is all just "stuff" because Daniel is just somebody else's kid, And Sleepy Eye Minnesota is not where you live. But its your freedom to chose your type of treatment for your son or daughter that's on the line here.
The days of trusting our family doctor is over folks. There are a lot of low quality medical people out there with could care less about you and care even less of the oath they took, let alone spell it. . I'm told that now you can go online and get the answers to medical college finals for less than the price of a quarter barrel. No wonder jackasses are popping up with scalpels in their hands, happy to give it a go on your body.
This #$$%*&^ judge was messing with YOUR Freedoms, and somewhere down the line his decisions are coming to your backyard and making determinations on your family. If you doubt me look into and compare government control from the early days until now, it sure would be wonderful to be paying the 2 percent income tax that was established way back then. Of course men were willing to fight and die for their rights way back then too.

Judge Roy Moore, an American Hero to me fought to keep the Ten Commandment on his courtroom wall. And was willing to give up his position to hold that standard. On November 13th , 2003 he lost his battle, but we lost much more. We let go of the integrity that made America the great country that she once was. And each time we fail to step up and use our right to voice our opinions, we lose yet another freedom.
This is Gods world, you're just visiting. You doubt me, check your local Cemetery. America was blessed because she chose to function in the integrity of Biblical principals. She struggles now because those principals are being ignored.
MY Friend the Judge wrote a poem after his removal. I'm including it here. Get involved! Voice your opinion! thnx Al

America the Beautiful, or so you used to be.
Land of the Pilgrims' pride; I'm glad they'll never see.
Babies piled in dumpsters, abortion on demand,
Oh, sweet land of liberty, your house is on the sand.
Our children wander aimlessly poisoned by cocaine,
Choosing to indulge their lusts, when God has said abstain.
From sea to shining sea, our nation turns away
From the teaching of God's love and a need to always pray.
So many worldly preachers tell lies about our rock,
Saying God is going broke so they can fleece the flock.
We've kept God in our temples, how callous we have grown.
When earth is but His footstool, and heaven is His throne.
We've voted in a government that's rotting at the core,
Appointing Godless judges who throw reason out the door,
Too soft to place a killer in a well deserved tomb,
But brave enough to kill a baby before he leaves the womb.

You think that God's not angry, that our land's a moral slum?
How much longer will He wait before His judgment comes?
How are we to face our God, from whom we cannot hide?
What then is left for us to do, but stem this evil tide?
If we who are His children, will humbly turn and pray;
Seek His holy face and mend our evil way:
Then God will hear from heaven and forgive us of our sins,
He'll heal our sickly land and those who live within.
But, America the Beautiful, if you don't then you will see,
A sad but Holy God withdraw His hand from thee.
Judge Roy Moore A.L.R.

Swine Flu Scare,, Is it really over?

2009-05-09T05:02:00.000-07:00

The news has been literally plastered with information and articles about the last Swine Flu Scare. And you need not go very far to find yet another comment or opinion on its progress. It seems folks are reaching for the promise that they can go ahead with life in general with no threat of sickness. One of the advantages of living a Christian life is it keeps a perspective on Our time here on Earth. So my reaching might be a bit shorter than some. But at least realistic.
I watched the Cancer clinic doors swing in and out for many years as my wife endured pain and sickness in her struggle to be free of cancer. And in all that time I saw very few who won the battle. That, in a nutshell is the reason for this Blog. Fighting cancer, or any other disease should not be left to a drastic and many time futile attempt to arrest a disease that has a choke hold on your life. Lets nail this down once and for all. The numbers are in!! There is a much greater chance that you will deal with cancer sometime in your life now , than there is a chance you will be able to avoid it. OWN IT, Its TRUE. BUT!!~!
The upside is very encouraging. IT has now been established that the cause of our diminishing health is due to our Diet and lifestyle. That may not be what you want to hear, but this lays the tools of battle right in your lap.
So, the issue of health now becomes an issue of choice. TODAY, you have a much better chance to avoid disease, if you'll make some good decisions. And it can begin as simply as beginning to adjust your diet. I've provided much information on this Blog to get you started on a road to better health, but you need to begin taking those steps, I've convinced myself that my bladder cancer, from 6 years ago, is kept in check by addressing my health issues through exercise and diet. By letting my immune system do my fighting while I feed it well. You can do the same.
Buy building your immune system your guarding against swine flu, cancer and every other disease known to man and those we don't know about as well. But setting there , waiting for someone to create a vaccine, hoping someone else will help you dispel the fear makes no sense.
YOU have the responsibility for your health. And You have options. Today is the day to start addressing your needs.
The number of your days here on earth have already been establish By the King Of Kings. And How comforting to me that Even Cancer has to bow its knee to HE who created life. Disease, in many cases shortens that time needlessly. The day to begin your fight is today A. L. R.

""OUTRAGED""

2009-04-26T04:56:00.000-07:00

This letter was sent to the Wall Street Journal on August 8, 2008 by Alisa Wilson, Ph.D. Of Beverly Hills , CA . in response to the Wall Street Journal article titled "Where's The Outrage?" that appeared July 31,2008 Really. I can tell you where the outrage is. The outrage is here, in this middle-aged, well-educated, upper-middle class woman. The outrage is here, but I have no representation, no voice. The outrage is here, but no one is listening for who am I?
I am not a billionaire like George Soros that can fund an entire political movement; I am not a celebrity like Barbra Streisand that can garner the attention of the press to promote political candidates I am not a film maker like Michael Moore or Al Gore that can deliver misleading movies to the public.

The outrage is here, but unlike those with money or power, I don't know how to reach those who feel similarly in order to effect change.Why am I outraged? I am outraged that my country, the United States of America , is in a state of moral and ethical decline. There is no right or wrong anymore, just what's fair.

Is it fair that millions of Americans who overreached and borrowed more than they could afford are now being bailed out by the government and lending institutions to stave off foreclosure? Why shouldn't these people be made to pay the consequences for their poor judgment?

When my husband and I purchased our home, wewere careful to purchase only what we could afford. Believe me, there are much larger, much nicer homes that I would have loved to have purchased. But, taking responsibility for my behavior and my life, I went with the house that we could afford, not the house that we could not afford. The notion of personal responsibility has all but died in our country.

I am outraged, that the country that welcomed my mother as an immigrant from Hitler's Nazi Germany and required that she and her family learn English now allows itself to be overrun with illegal immigrants and worse, caters to those illegal immigrants.

I am outraged that my hard-earned taxes help support those here illegally. That the Los Angeles Public School District is in such disarray that I felt it incumbent to send my child to private school, that every time I go to the ATM, I see "do you want to continue in English or Spanish?", that every time I call the bank, the phone company , or similar business, I hear "press 1 for English or press 2 for Spanish". WHY? This is America , our common language is English and attempts to promote a bi- or multi-lingual society are sure to fail and to marginalize those who cannot communicate in English.

I am outraged at our country's weakness in the face of new threats on American traditions from Muslims. Just this week, Tyson's Food negotiated with its union to permit Muslis to have Eid-al-Fitr as a holiday instead of Labor Day. What am I missing? Yes, there is a large Somali Muslim population working at the Tyson's plant in Tennessee . Tennessee , last I checked, is still part of the United States . If Muslims want to live and work here they should be required to live and work by our American Laws and not impose their will on our long history.

In the same week, Random House announced that they had indefinitely delayed the publication of The Jewel of Medina, by Sherry Jones, a book about the life of Mohammed's wife, Aisha due to fear of retribution and violence by Muslims. When did we become a nation ruled by fear of what other immigrant groups want? It makes me so sad to see large corporations cave rather than stand proudly on the princiles that built this country.

I am outraged because appeasement has never worked as a political policy, yet appeasing Mahmoud Ahmadinejad is exactly what we are trying to do. An excellent article, also published recently in the Wall Street Journal, went through over 20 years of history and why talking with Iran has been and will continue to be ineffective. Yet talk, with a madman no less, we continue to do. Have we so lost our moral compass and its ability to detect evil that we will not go in and destroy Iran 's nuclear program? Would we rather wait for another Holocaust for the Jews - one which they would be unlikely to survive? When does it end?

As if the battle for good and evil isn't enough, now come the Environmentalists who are so afraid of global warming that they want to put a Bag tax on grocery bags in California; to eliminate Mylar balloons; to establish something as insidious as the recycle police in San Francisco. I do my share for the environment: I recycle, I use water wisely, I installed an energy efficient air conditioning unit. But when and where does the lunacy stop?Ahmadinejad wants to wipe Israel off the map, the California economy is being overrun by illegal immigrants, and the United States of America no longer knows right from wrong, good from evil.. So what does California do? Tax grocery bags.

So, America , although I can tell you where he outrage is, this one middle-aged, well-educated, upper middle class woman is powerless to do anything about it. I don't even feel like my vote counts because I am so outnumbered by those who disagree with me.

Alisa Wilson, Ph.D. Beverly Hills , California

There are a lot more out there who think just like Alisa Wilson, the only difference, she put her thoughts out front and I agree.

the Sting of Death

2009-04-08T06:59:00.000-07:00

I need to Apologize for my Lack of attention here the last few days. As I was called upon to play a very small part in the funeral of a family member. And in doing so, I was once again reminded of the devastating effect death still holds on us. The day before the death occurred at least 12 to 15 individual people, or at least those I was aware of . Had busy lives, plans that filled their week. Happily moving forward with hopes n dreams all laid out to form at least a short Itinerant into their lives. Then, in the space of a few hours their lives are irrevocably changed. Burdened by a heaviness of both shock and sadness as they try and grasp this new knowledge and absorb its meaning . And life, as it was known just a few hours before, Becomes different and more complicated. the tragedy, is that if we were honest folks, and talked to each other out of love and respect, giving God His place in our lives, most of this would be avoided.
As a younger man, and sporting a very healthy fear of death, I spent some time with the lord asking for a better understanding of death. If this thing was created by God then why did I fear it so much. I'm always amazed by His timely responses, and in a very short time the fear I had was replaced with knowledge that bridged that gap for me in an incredible way.
We "condition" ourselves by our lack of knowledge to believe "life' is the 70 yrs we spend here, and forget Gods plan. The word of Gods law sets the number of our days here because He says we are only to be here but a "season". That life as He has designed it goes much farther beyond this. And that Death is but a doorway to that which He has provided. So the big picture holds much more promise if we care to check it out.
Emotions run high today with this family who have lost both need and opportunity to say the I love you's and the goodbye's. But most of the regrets are because we are not honest or comfortable enough to see it for what life really is.
I try to share in the discussions on weather there really is a God. And the dispute will last until all hear the trumpet that signals Christs return. But the indisputable issue is death. For no matter which side of that discussion you stand on Death has stood the test of time. For me there is no dispute. The experience of getting to know the King of Kings leaves no room for a fear of anything He has designed. And It's my wish that all would give Him the chance to share the secrets of life with you. The answers are all there, followed by a peace unmatched with anything offered here.
Gods best ssnuffy

CHOCOLATE COVERED CASHEWS,,,,n,,GOD

2009-03-18T07:50:00.000-07:00

Dang Those things!! I turn the corner in the candy isle and already the smell of milk chocolate is wafting its way towards me. That area there, way down on the right. I know exactly where they are, and the second I get within Eyeshot, They wink!! I know, I know , it sounds crazy , but its true. I begin steering my cart clear to the other side, I know whats coming. I'm reasoning with myself Lickity cut, I remember last time. Theres no just having a handfull every now n then, Them suckers are relentless. Last time I hide them in my lower desk Drawer, but the winks come right thru the wood, ,,, really!!~! So this time I'm not going to put myself thru that, Ill just grab a butterfinger, or a snicker, the little ones,,,,,,well, maybe the big ones,,,,, maybe just a couple to get me thru the week. Hwere they come,,, Geez,, those eyes,, how do they make em wink like that??. and that smell,,, God Its like,, Its like its just melting into my body,,,,,,,,.
I'll just buy the small can, that's not a lot, and ill work harder this week at just havin a few each day that wont be so bad. Besides , I gotta have something there,.
We were just sharing in church just the other day how God honors prayer and loves giving us the desires of our hearts. WOW!!~! why didn't I think of this before??
Just a few Minutes in my prayer closet and THE Lord will remove those nasty Calories.. I think we'll put that small can back, WEEEEEEEEEEEEeeee!!~!

DA BUGS IN YOUR CARPET,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

2009-03-11T09:46:00.000-07:00

One of the jobs I held in My travels was General Manager of ServiceMaster here in Minnesota. A great part of that job was carpet cleaning. And i was many times out bidding jobs. one particular lady comes to Mind Who had beautiful house full of White carpet. The other Significant feature of this story is She ran a Day Care on those white carpets. Her house was Emasculate which blew me away to start with , no evidence of rugrats anywhere. and every three to four weeks our crews were there to rinse those carpets. Nancy was paranoid about Germs, to the point that you could see visibly if the cleaning went over 3 weeks. One Summer day the crew was just finishing up so I had a chance to share some time with her. It bothered me that she sincerely thought she was controlling bacteria while it was running rampant just below he tenny's. So I said to her, Nancy how long from today before a child spills milk or drops food on your carpet. She laughed and said, by tomorrow night I guarantee it will have already been "christened", But I always clean up right away. I said, Nancy, that carpet is an inch and 3/4 from the nap to the pad, how much of that spill do you think you got out of the carpet. with a frown she answered , well i get as much as i can? So we talked about carpets and the properties surrounding the backing, and the pad. and I shared with her how any moisture left in the pad would "wick" back up to the surface. And how That one particular spill would grow bacteria for weeks until the next rinse. Nancy was shocked , and agreed that it made perfect sense. BUT Nancy continued day care, and the rinses for many seasons after that.

I use this story to raise awareness for your home, and your health. Bacteria breeds disease, Disease makes you sick. I wonder how many babies left that house with a "little cold" or "congested" because of that Perdy white carpet.??You have been Deceived!! Its burned into us that white means clean and if it smells good its clean. There is no Carpet in my home except those that can be tossed in the washer. If you have carpet its diseased, I don't care how many times you've cleaned it.
One of my favorite deceptions is Lysol. Ever see those commercials ?? just spray it on and,,,,,,,,, MY FOOT!!! Those sprays need to soak there for at least a minute to have any effective at all. and the residual left on the surface, well I'd think twice before I licked it.

Room air fresheners , don't they smell wonderful?? Breath deep and draw that formaldehyde deeeeep in your lungs . If your lucky, and your immune System is ramped you'll be able to expel most of the toxicity, IF your lucky.
White Rice n White flour and white salt, sugar, shortening, etc, Everything is bleached to satisfy your perception of clean. They don't have to say bleach is an Ingredient But its Bleached, What doest thou common sense tell you?
Foods n juices are plugged full of Sugars , because you have trained your body to want sweet. Sugar shuts down your Immune System,,, Hello? Anyone home?? If your trusting your food vendor to supply you with good foods you've misplaced your trust and your headed for trouble.
Someone slipped me a cassette a few years ago, it was titled, "dead Doctors don't lie" lots a great info in it. but the concept was, Why trust your medical needs to the Doctors when the average doc doesn't live above 56. Now I'm hoping that figure has come up a bit but the proofs still in the puddin. If these guys had half a clue, and a good hold on their profession Manhattan would be Doctorville , USA.
Corruption and greed not only ooze from Capitol hill, its permeated the Food Industry. And the days of trusting ,, is gone. Its no longer a surprise to hear the word cancer, its very very commonplace and a Multi-Billion dollar Industry that's growing faster than they can build Clinics.
And All they need to do is wait on you. YOU need to bring this home. Its no longer the neighbor, This is in your home, your babies , your food, your cloths, carpets, cosmetics Etc. your drinking it, eating it, breathing it. ,,,,,,Scary?? you bet.
Common sense has been tucked in a drawer. Its time to re-think and revive,,,, AL

Raw Milk, Coconut Oil and Raw honey

2009-03-01T14:27:00.000-08:00

These are not only all Natural, but Superfoods provided for our benefit. As knowledge increases we are made more and more aware of the power builders that stand among us.
RAW MILK a wonderful source of Vitamins and Minerals also containing active enzymes and beneficial Bacteria that make digestion and nutrient assimilation a smooth process within the body. As an added bonus, raw Milk contains twenty, of the twenty two Amino acids our bodies requires daily. So, getting all or proteins is made an easy task through its usage.
There are those who would argue that using Raw milk is dangerous and unsafe. The facts say its been used effectively by many cultures for centuries. The Salmonella break outs we all heard about have givin milk a bad rap. But research would show you that ALL the "breakouts' were caused by PASTEURIZED Milks. Pasteurization requires heating the milk , in turn destroying all posative bacteria and redering the milks Amino acids, vitamins calcium and other beneficial absolutely worthless to the bodies needs.
Its interesting to me, that those in charge of what we can and cant eat will allow an extremely TOXIC ingredient like ASPARTAME found in diet sodas and sugar free gums, yet will not allow a Superfood like Raw milk. If you have to ask why, your not following the money.
Demand for Raw Milk has greatly increased, and more dairies are opening to accommodate the demand. the website, http://www.realmilk.com/ is spreading the news and points folks to new sources across America as we speak.
RAW HONEY like raw Milk offers active enzymes, vitamins and trace minerals such as silica, copper, magnesium and iron. Used by the Egyptians for centuries, proven by thousands of years of hands on usage, and multifunctional, yet undetected as a source of healing by The Elite of the Medical World. Almost makes you wonder who's side they are on. Honey is great for sinus issues, Rheumatic and arthritis problems. It has a calming effect making it great for sleep disturbances as well as colds, acne, infectious diseases and many other issues including circulation.
COCONUT OIL A great food source with many functions. A saturated fat high in Medium chain fatty acids that help with weight loss. Medium chain acids are not easily stored and convert to Triglycerides unlike long chain fatty acids. These acids serve to disrupt another Medium chain fatty acid. High in Lauric acid which is one of the medium chain lipids that possess the Anti Microbial effect, an important component in breast milk. Topically, it restores youth and luster to the skin and is a very stable cooking oil. Demonized by many through misconception, the Evidence is overwhelming that its benefits greatly outweigh the so called "Risks". Again used for centuries successfully in Eastern Cultures. Found in most health food stores, a great All natural Product.
Source articles, Natural News

Gods Pharmacy,,, its AMAZING

2009-02-21T15:32:00.000-08:00

It's been said that God first separated the salt water from the fresh, made dry land, planted a garden, made animals and fish... all before making a human. He made and provided what we'd need before we were born. These are best & more powerful when eaten raw. We're such slow learners... God left us a great clue as to what foods help what part of our body! God's Pharmacy! Amazing!
A sliced Carrot looks like the human eye. The pupil, iris and radiating lines look just like the human eye... and YES, science now shows carrots greatly enhance blood flow to and function of the eyes.
A Tomato has four chambers and is red. The heart has four chambers and is red. All of the research shows tomatoes are loaded with lycopine and are indeed pure heart and blood food.
Grapes hang in a cluster that has the shape of the heart. Each grape looks like a blood cell and all of the research today shows grapes are also profound heart and blood vitalizing food.
A Walnut looks like a little brain, a left and right hemisphere, upper cerebrums and lower cerebellums. Even the wrinkles or folds on the nut are just like the neo-cortex. We now know walnuts help develop more than three (3) dozen neuron-transmitters for brain function.
Kidney Beans actually heal and help maintain kidney function and yes, they look exactly like the human kidneys.
Celery, Bok Choy, Rhubarb and many more look just like bones. These foods specifically target bone strength. Bones are 23% sodium and these foods are 23% sodium. If you don't have enough sodium in your diet, the body pulls it from the bones, thus making them weak. These foods replenish the skeletal needs of the body.
Avocadoes, Eggplant and Pears target the health and function of the womb and cervix of the female - they look just like these organs. Today's research shows that when a woman eats one avocado a week, it balances hormones, sheds unwanted birth weight, and prevents cervical cancers. And how profound is this? It takes exactly nine (9) months to grow an avocado from blossom to ripened fruit.
There are over 14,000 photolytic chemical constituents of nutrition in each one of these foods (modern science has only studied and named about 141 of them).
Figs are full of seeds and hang in twos when they grow. Figs increase the mobility of male sperm and increase the numbers of Sperm as well to overcome male sterility.
Sweet Potatoes look like the pancreas and actually balance the glycemic index of diabetics.
Olives assist the health and function of the ovaries.
Oranges, Grapefruits, and other Citrus fruits look just like the mammary glands of the female and actually assist the health of the breasts and the movement of lymph in and out of the breasts.
Onions look like the body's cells. Today's research shows onions help clear waste materials from all of the body cells. They even produce tears which wash the epithelial layers of the eyes. A working companion, Garlic, also helps eliminate waste materials and dangerous free radicals from the body.
And yes, of Coarse, this is all just one big ole coincidence,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

""White flour"" ,,,, itza "" LIE!!

2009-02-19T14:45:00.000-08:00

Your being sold a bill of goods and the sooner you own up to it, the sooner you can begin to move into a better lifestyle.
"White flour is Wheat flour after the good parts are pulled out for pet food. And competition in the food markets , and the deception that white means clean, has fooled us into believin that if our " Food folks" soak our goodies in bleach its better for us.
Flour's not white!!!! Sugar's not white. Salt is not white. It's bleached to make you happy!! Make you choose one brand over another cuz it's "whiter, Cleaner! Funny isn't it?
Regular Wheat bread is not real dark. But If I dump in "caramel color" I get a much deeper richer wheat bread, It's not one wit better, or one bit more nutritious. But our "conditioning" causes us to believe its a better wheat product.
I was a professional Baker for 41 years. I've done all this.
As a young baker I used an "ingredient" called Mycoban , 4 ounces in a 120 loaf batch of white bread. It sat in a bin left of the salt and right of the baking powder. after a couple years of baking I discovered that its poison. I discovered it !! it was never described, explained, or the dangers revealed. but Had I made a mistake ,many could have gotten sick,,,,or worse.
but once in the bread even God couldn't make that white bread mold.
We are drivin by what we've been taught. red meat sells, but before you buy take your selection out away from the pretty lights in the meat case, you might be surprised. Remember the "Marlboro man", many of us still live that struggle.
Fruits n Veggies are dyed to appeal to your expectations, Juices are packed full of sugars because we want a sweet product. bu the truth is most fruit juices are not very sweet, without that bleached sugar.
Many who decide to go healthy are disappointed because "healthy" things don't taste as good as those we used to buy. But instead of buckling under the disappointment, begin to realize what a 'sugar junkie" you have become. Your dependence runs deep, and its not going to be a one step dance back to basics. You get there the same way you got here. One thing at a time. But the first thing is to unlock the mindset that's been your lifestyle for a long time.
Breakfast needs to be Whats here thats good for my body,, not what do we have here that will satisfy my urges. Because those urges are more than likely targeting sugars.
I still remember my first day of city life after growin up on a Minnesota farm. The milk for breakfast cereal was like white water. It was thin and tasteless. Yet after a few weeks the thick, delicious flavored real milk from the barn seperator was forgotten, and "white water became the norm for "milk".
A while back the TV folks made a big deal out of the discovery that many Grocers were displaying huge stacks of eggs out on the floor of their stores. And I was very grateful for that airing. But you need to discover that the local grocer is not your buddy and DOES NOT have your best interest at heart. Good ole common sense needs to be revived, and you need to think about what and where your buying the foods that directly effect how you feel.
I share with folks all the time to buy local and use organic. yet many use the excuse that organics cost more, And its always a chuckle for me because I've experienced the medical side of not stayin healthy. If your not willing to invest a bit more into keeping yourself health, then you need to be educated. And the best education is experience. The trouble is, we are talkin your health, and I'm hopin you get a second chance. We all know those who've not been so lucky.

I'm mad at God today,,,,,,,,,,,,

2009-02-10T07:00:00.000-08:00

It's Tuesday, not that that's any big deal. Winter drags on here, and the cold gray Sky's add very little promise to anything but more cold and another winter day. . From the patio I stare out at the apple tree's, straining to see just one new bud,, but nothing. I pretty sure spring passed us by and no one bothered to lock it down. And one more month of this crap, n I'm gonna lose it.

Yesterday was a tough day. Today looks to be no different. Jenny's pains are ramped, and her appetite 's gone. The pain she needs to go through just for a bowel movement is horrendous, many times an enema is needed just to get some relief. But she struggles through,,,only to find more pain and more discomfort on the other side. Just sitting, or laying is a challenge, as tumors press against her skin . I make her food and just the smell turns her stomach. So We abort that and try something fresh hoping to catch onto something she can swallow.

She's constantly hitting the Morphine button and battling the drug to stay awake and Remain functional. And in between ,,eating pills for this pain and that. Pills for nausea, pills for Diarea, pills to counteract the negative effect of other pills. Then pills to cover negative effects that those pills created to counteract the others. It's a never ending game of guessing. Her crying goes right through me, But the great hunter/gatherer who is here to protect her can do nothing but sit and hold her hand.
Prayer after prayer hit the ceiling, then fall back to her bed. And we are left to deal with death and Hell in our own living room.
Yeah, I'm mad at God, none of this makes any sense at all. And that preacher who would put a hand to my shoulder today, and tell me God loves me, stands a very real risk of being re-educated in a Language bent on a trimmin.
But this is where history with the Lord kicks in. As mad and upset as I am with the way this is going I know that there is a day ahead when all will be clear. I know this because I've shook my fist at Him in the past thinking I'd caught him in a lie. And had been shown the answers in the fullness of His time. I have absolutely no idea how this will play out. Mine is the easy part and still it beats me down to watch as the days take their toll on Jenny's body. I know He has a place prepared where she will not hurt anymore. A. . L. R.

"COME ON!!~!< LETS RIDE THE DRUNK BUS!!~!

2009-02-08T13:53:00.000-08:00

After Jenny got sick, and I quit Baking for a living. The money got very tight. The city was advertising for a driver for the "College Bus". It didn't seem like to tough a job so i signed on. The Bus was hired by the City to transport the College kids to the bars downtown , then haul their drunkin Butts back after bar close . it was a very Interesting job. also very Risky. Remember the song, "the girls all get prettier at closin time"? Well , That's cuz the eyes iz kinder at Closing time. The town remained quiet for the early hours as everyone was "partaking". But around 10:30 just like clockwork The police and EMT's were buzzing around from bar to bar like little bee's. I started taking a police scanner so I would know where the squad cars were headed as I had to be moving in and out of the downtown area. it was not uncommon to hear one or two calls a night with kids not breathing from Alcohol Poisoning. And I had to watch for drunken kids wondering out in the streets. or see groups peeing on storefronts, or fights on two and three corners simultaneously. And At bar close, they kicked them all out onto the street. When I would round the corner , after "last Call"to the downtown area, It was not uncommon to be rushed by 40 to 50 kids all drunk and all yelling and screaming. Their favorite chant was "Drunk Bus, Drunk Bus"as they clambered on board , some nights 30 passengers over capacity. They literally tried to rock the bus off its wheels more than once, and Many nights i'd have pull the bus over and stop to break up fights , and I've seen blood from my drivers seat to the last window. windows were broken out, And I even had to stop a rape attempt one evening by two guys who had turned into supermen. But everyone turns a blind eye because they, the kids were generating big cash for the local Bigwigs.

My focus was to pick the drunkest guy or gal -n- try to get him/her home before it all came up in the seats. One night I had cleared the Route and gassed the bus before I found someone passed out between the seats, just before putting the bus in a big ole deep dark shed. imagine my drunk friend if he woke in a strange dark barn after a night of heavy partying.

These kids are Our future.!,, Among them, Our Doctors and Health Care Workers. Is it any wonder we can no longer just Trust a Surgeon? Final Exam "packets" are now available Online, and cheap. And far to many are seeking high paying jobs with no concern for their "Oath". Don't get me wrong, We still have some great Medical Folks out there. But The mix is getting thinner. Conventional Medical Docs are "expected to show a good number of "patients" per day. They'll tell you that's not true but its a fact. And the MRI's and CT scans mean an easy 500 dollar "gift" to the prescrib-er . No wonder they use that so often huh??
We need a bottom line Here. Before ya'll start thinkin I live in a berry patch. Things "ain't what they used to Be". The day of just "trusting Professional people is GONE!! Begin to question the Doc. Chk-n see if he's popular Through others. If what He's/She's sayin sounds like it's comin outta the wood pile, or hiz shoes aint on the right feets, look up quick, that's a flag goin off, for your benefit. It's your body , be careful who butchers it. better still find a good Homeopath, and get some more info before you butcher. An who knows, you may like what you hear,............

* IT'S GONNA GET BAD FOLKs' ES *

2009-02-04T09:12:00.000-08:00

I was toolin down the frozen isle at the local Grocer just Yesterday lookin at all the purdy packages. You litterally can toss out your stove now , and "wingit" at Walmart. Everything from Pancakes to full meals ready to go . A Microwavers heaven.
We've come so far. But we've lost so much on the Journey. As the masses struggle to stay afloat in this crumbling Economy many are tossing good money away on "conveniences" That are just as easily done at home .
There's absolutely nothing easier to fix at home than pancakes. flip on a burner while you toss an egg into a bowl with a cup of mix, oil and water and you got fresh pancakes . Slickern snot on a , well you get the picture. And the mix is plain ole flour and baking powder. Yet we think nothing of droppin a four dollar bill on a little bag of frozen flapjacks. yeah i know there aint no four dollar bills yet,, just don't get cute, this is my story.

How bout Mac n cheese. Them lil elbow noodles iz dirt cheap if you buy em by their lonesome. But you'd rather spend a half hours wage just so you kin have em in a cute lil box with a hunka cheese stuck on top. Come on now. Better still , you kin toss half dozen eggs in the mixer, and dump in some flour n salt and yu got better tastin noodles then even Grandma usta brag about.
For me, The Corker is cake mixes. Cake mix my,,,,,,,,,,,"Foot" itza box of flour!!~! your gonna still go home in add your eggs n your oil n your water, or milk, and pay some fool Two fifty for the privaledge. COME ON PEOPLE!!~!
I'm a Baker by trade, Always say i've been "makin loaf" for over 40 yrs now. and its true. Usta tell my youngest that she better hope Betty Crocker never dies or she's in real trouble. Thankfully she's taken the initiative to learn and is now a dang good little Cook. But it was nip n tuck there for awhile.
My point is, maybe we need to re-evaluate how we are spending our money. I't maybe takes me all of a minute to whip up pancakes for four. why give that money away for a minutes work? as the economy faulters this is a good way keep the balance A. L. R.

Oh MY GOD!!~!

2009-01-22T17:29:00.000-08:00

I listened today to Focus on the Family Today. They were talking With a Nurse who USED to be pro Choice,
“A young women lay in the stirrups, the Doctor on a Stool between her legs” I was there to assist. A small leg was already out side the women’s body. The doctor reached in and pulled the other leg out. Then grabbed the Torso and pulled the baby’s body out leaving just the head inside the mother. The little arms and legs were moving, streaching then pulling back and forth. The torso squirming, the little chest moving up and down, . The Doctor took a large scissors, reached inside the women and shoved it in the back of the neck of the child, making a hole in the back of the Brain .. The little body stiffened at the blow. Then He took a huge syringe and sucked the childs brain out. As he did this the little child went limp. ,,,,,,,,NOW it was LEGAL to pull the baby out of the mother. The “Fetus” was then tossed to the side to be disposed of like a piece of Garbage. And another successful Partial Birth Abortion was added to the list of Millions. God have Mercy on Us.
This is a short post. No more words are necessary, except to say,,,, we’ve gone to far,,,,,,,,,!!!!

A Prize Awaits yu, please COME!!~!

2009-01-22T14:21:00.000-08:00

I don't know if I've really taken the time to let you guys know how much I appreciate you. Sometimes the "things" that push us , clouds the mind and takes the focus off of those who really matter. Vote for me. I think of how faithful you all have been in coming here every time I post a broadcast , and I am humbled, really!! Friends, such a simple word, but when all is said n done, they are what really counts, vote for me,
Wellsphere has a contest going, and I could win a prize, vote for me, it may be a Corvette, maybe even a Vacation, and of coarse I would surely NOT forget you guys. They are providing very nice prizes for you if you vote. Not really,,,,, I value your friendship very much , vote fer me, and I would surely share my winnings, vote fer me VOTE FER ME!!~!
I have been there for you!, I always View your posts, I may not always comment but I am there baby, willing to read it all, even if its not really that good, and some of them well, But I read um,, anyway. vote, vote vote!!~!
Did I mention Unkle Veto? He's my cousin, lives in Chicago, very close, friend of the President, but NOT a nice guy. He'd be upset if he found out you decided not to VOTE!! He kin Be nasty, People just Disappear,,,,But you need not worry, just push the little button there on the left.
There's really no reason for you Not to VOTE, yur here, whats the biggee? "push the dang button!!~!"
What does it take to get thru to you people? Do I need to hold yur hand to get this done?? PUSH THE DANG BUTTON!@!~!~ GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY !! I just wrote a post on stress, an I'm feelin it . I kin feel the veins in my neck just a poppin, and for what??? just reach over, and push the lil thingy. It wont hurt!! It wont cost yu anything, Nobody will bill yu, or knock on yur door, its a simple little request , DO IT!!!! It's nothing really, just a friend helping a friend. and Each lil PUSH will mean so much. I will be grateful always, and you can count on my commitments in visiting as you request. bloggings so much fun.. And the comrodery, well , I think it's unmatched. I place great value on those I've met here. And look forward to many many fun filled exchanges. To each of you, whom I hold so dear to my heart, please, !! , PLEEZE PUSH THE @%$#^ BUTTON!!~!~!~! Oh!! I was lyin about the prizes,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

RAW FOODS,, RELIEVE'S STRESS n

2009-01-19T08:38:00.000-08:00

Way back in the 30's, a Doc by the name of Paul Kauchakoff did testing on the benefits of raw foods. He observed, that after eating a meal, a persons white blood cells would increase, indicating stress on the body, while eating a meal of raw foods did not elevate the count. He also discovered that foods that were altered also suppressed the immune system, indicating foods left in their natural state were assimilated into our systems much easier.
Many believe foods need to be cooked to kill bacteria and make it more digestible, but that's merely a learned behaviour. A few vegetables, as those in the cruciferous family, like broccoli, are a bit more difficult. But most foods do not become more digestible by cooking. Cooking foods actually create one more step in digestion, as the immune system needs to 'finish' the processing.
The best practice would be to eliminate processed, altered and cooked foods entirely from your diet . That includes milk, as it is both pasteurized and homogenized. It also means removing white sugar and flour as both are processed. For those finding difficulty in changing over, just begin by adding a small green salad to every meal, then slowly adding more veggies as your system begins to change. This works, as I was a great meat eater and even a sidesaddle look at a veggie ran close to wrinklin in my whiskersz. One of my Fav's was a 'Cold Cut Combo' at the local Subway. But after a while that Combo began to taste different. Finally, on a whim, I asked for it with no meats and it literally blew me away how much better it tasted. I'm a Veggie Sub guy now, and it still feels funny. Every once in a while I'll try my old meat combo, and its never equaled the veggie. It's important that you know that I didn't do that. My body actually changed my tastes for food. Switching gradually works.
Cooking also reduces the amount of bio-available vitamins and removes the antioxidants in the food. So you can double the amount of benefits available by eating raw.
There's hardly a week that goes by that we are not told of yet one more contaminant in another of our 'Processed foods'. Buying local, and eating organically grown raw veggies is a great step towards better health.

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''WEEDS,, izz GOOD!~!

2009-01-18T08:16:00.000-08:00

I truely believe that God sits above us shaking His head , maybe even chuckling at our ignorance. For He has provided absolutly free many magical little "ditties" that defy man's arrogance. I'm convinced that those who say there is no God are truely blinded to the many blessings we ignore or step over every day of our lives.
Just about everybody knows what a dandelion is. In the western world it is a weed, but in many other societies it is an important herb that is used to treat many common diseases and conditions of the human body.
It is also a food, being used in salads and the roots are also used by some as a coffee substitute the same as chicory. It is also used to make a herbal tea, and most people have likely heard of dandelion tea. However, its medicinal properties are not so well known, even though it has been used for hundreds, if not thousands, of years for the treatment of many conditions including those associated with the gall bladder, liver and kidneys.
However, that is not all, and there are several more traditional uses of dandelion in the folk medicine of many different countries including conditions as diverse as water retention and eczema. So, taking all of this into consideration, what exactly are the main benefits of dandelion to the body and what is it that provides these benefits?
Dandelion contains its fair share of minerals and vitamins, and is rich in vitamin C of course, with its strong antioxidant properties. It also contains the antioxidant vitamin A together with several B vitamins and the sunshine vitamin, vitamin D, which is so important for the absorption of calcium by the kidneys and into the bone structure. The minerals it contains is like an encyclopedia entry of minerals important to the human body. It’s not so much what minerals dandelion contains, as what it doesn’t contain.
The list includes phosphorus, iron, magnesium, calcium, potassium, silicon, manganese and boron, and the organic nutrients include lecithin, carotenoids, terpenoids, tannins, sterols, choline, inulin, aspargine and so on. It would take a whole book to describe the health benefits of each of these, but an attempt will be made later to discuss the more important of them.
Suffice it to say that the list contains antioxidants, anti-inflammatories, and substances that help to reduce blood cholesterol levels and also maintain the health of your blood and major organs. However, the effect of dandelion on the liver and the digestive system are due largely to substances known collectively as taraxacin. That is what gives dandelion its bitter taste.
What was once known as taraxin, is now known to consist of sesquiterpene lactones known as eudesmanolide and germacranolide, which although claimed to be unique to the dandelion, are very similar to other sesquiterpenes found in chicory. In fact, dicaffeolquinic acid and chicoric acid (dicaffeoyltartaric acid) have been found to comprise a significant proportion of the extract from dandelion roots, together with a number of phenolic acids and flavanoids. Each of these, of course, is important and effective antioxidants, responsible for many positive health effects in the body.
Among the more important of these is the stimulation of the circulation of the blood throughout the body. The sesquiterpenes are also believed to support the activity of the pancreas, and the presence of so many strong antioxidant species within the leaves and roots of the dandelion explains the traditional use of dandelion for the treatment of inflammatory diseases.
Antioxidants support the immune system that causes inflammation when it is under stress. Studies of rats have indicated that dandelion is effective in reducing acute pancreatis, which is itself an inflammatory condition. The large querticin glycoside and flavanoid content of dandelion root extract posses anti-inflammatory properties, and suddenly dandelion is beginning to take on the appearance of a ‘wonder plant’.
However, let’s get away from the technical stuff for a while, and check out exactly what you can use dandelion for. Pregnant and post-menopausal women can gain the benefit of all these nutrients detailed above by taking dandelion extract, and it also has a diuretic effect. Although mild, this can help to remove excess water from the body, and helps to reduce blood pressure and the effects of heart problems. LDL cholesterol levels can be reduced by virtue of its anti-oxidant properties, and can help to resolve minor digestive complaints.
Traditionally it is claimed to have been used as a laxative and a cure for rheumatism. The latter can be explained by its antioxidant effects, and the way the sesquiterpenes reduce the inflammation associated with rheumatism. It is this inflammation of the tissues that causes so much of the swelling and pain of rheumatism and arthritis. Anti-inflammatories help to reduce this effect.
Dandelion is also believed to stimulate the flow of bile from the gall bladder to the duodenum, and help promote the digestion of fats and oils, thus alleviating many of the digestive problems associated with a fatty diet. This also appears to have the effect of stimulating the appetite, and dandelion juice is frequently drunk before a meal for these reasons. It is believed to help bladder and kidney stones, and also helps to alleviate infections of the urinary tract.
Although dandelion is normally safe to take, those with problems associated with the bile ducts should not take it, and if you are already on diuretic drugs, or any medicines designed to lower your blood pressure, you should stay clear of dandelion extract. The same is true if you are taking lithium for manic depression since some of the components of dandelion juice can exaggerate the side effects. It is also recommended that diabetics do not use dandelion extract, and neither should anyone on blood thinning drugs such as Coumadin, or any other form of warfarin.
Although dandelion can be a very effective natural remedy for many conditions, you should always refer to your physician before taking it, since it could interfere with any medications you are currently taking. Your doctor might also be aware of certain medical conditions you have that, while you are not being treated for, could deteriorate in the presence of one of the constituents of dandelion extract.
Although all of this could suggest that dandelion is dangerous to take, in fact what it indicates is that it is very effective against many conditions, and that taking it could lead to the effects of an overdose of the treatment you are already on. Had it not so many contra-indications, dandelion wouldn’t be as effective at doing what it does. A. L. R.

How Sweet it,,,,,"ISNT"

2009-01-17T08:49:00.000-08:00

I'm told that there are 12 teaspoons of sugar in a can of soda. Who in their right mind would put that much sugar in a glass and drink it?? I' m a sweet freak, donuts "wink" at me. If there's a Snicker Bar in this house I guarantee it will nudge me awake tonight somewhere between 1 and 3 AM. But a glass of sugar holds no appeal at all. Yet you can't go anyplace without seeing a dozen people runnin around with a can of soda glued to their hand.
Tests have been done that indicate sugar's effect on our immune system, and it's not good. A good blast of sugar is said to shut down the immune system for 5 hours. Sugar is dumped in almost all processed foods and drinks in one form or another. Bread n Catsup have sugar in for corn sakes !!~!
If we are eating it in foods, and drinking it in our juices and drinks. What chance does our immune system have to work for us??
The term "Sugar" is not just the stuff you dump on yur COCO Puff's'. That's sucrose. The term sugar applies to glucose, fructose (fruit sugar) ,maltose (grain sugar) and honey, which is a mixture of glucose, fructose, sucrose and dextrin.
Sugars play a huge roll in diabetes and obesity, and even speeds up cancer growth. That coupled with its effect on our immune system make it a major player in the fight to gain on our health.
Every one's heard of the flu season, but I wonder,,,,, could it be the, SUGAR SEASON?? Think about it a bit. Halloween ushers in the flu season with huge amounts of sweets, and if your not an uppity snooty parent your gonna admit that your lil paw was in the candy bag too. And as it wears down, Thanksgiving follows with 4 weeks of sweets and cookies to a huge Christmas 'feast'. Then Valentines and Easter follow. Just about the same time "Flu Season" stops.
Much is heard now of (HFCS) High Fructose Corn Syrup being billed as a "good sugar", but pure fructose contains no enzymes, vitamins or minerals, And robs the body of it's micro-nutrient treasures in order to assimilate itself for physiological use. (I got them big words from Dr. Greg's text.) HFCS is said to have a good deal of "free" or inbound fructose. And research indicates that it interferes with the hearts use of key minerals like magnesium, copper and chromium. Its been implicated in elevated levels of cholesterol and the creation of blood clots. Also it has been found to inhibit the actions of white blood cells rendering them "helpless" to defend the body against harmful invaders.
The bottom line, sugar sucks,, well, the doc says it different but it plays out the same. With the "American" diet encased in a "sugar bowl" it shows itself as a definite No No.
Common sense should be slippin in here, if it's not, take the blinders off. This stuff is stopping your body from keeping you healthy, and its hiding under many names,
I stole all this from a good buddy that helped me understand that I was hurting my self. There's a neat scripture that goes,, "My people perish for lack of knowledge", umm , I fergot the scripture number , but its a good one. You now have the knowledge, it's up to you whether you implement its use.

Stolen from Natural Communities Magazine, Dr Greg Peterson, Center for Natural Medicine, DC, DABIC, FIAMA, FIACA , CCST, Winona, Minnesota, 2009 A. L. R.

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2009-01-15T07:12:00.000-08:00

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BRRRRrrr!!~! 35 below Zero

2009-01-13T20:21:00.000-08:00

AAAARGH!!!~! Cabin fever is setting in. Happens every January. The holidays pass, and you step into the first month of a new year and like magic the search is on for that "January thaw". Yeah, we get one if we're lucky. It's almost like Gods holdin a carrot out there,,,,Sayin,,, "wont be long kids,,, here's just a hint of spring to tide you over"' The sun comes out, and the eve's begin to drip and the day is so bright that it blinds you. The young are outdoors, shedding coats, basking in the new warmth of a clear open sky. But Not us old guys. We know the drill. We've long since dropped the excitement, knowing full well its a ploy to shed the long undies. In a very short time the North Wind blasts back in with the force of demons sending a Bone shakin chill that'l take the white outta Hens teeth. . And winter is back in full force with the promise of full residence for at least two more months.

It's cold out there, weatherman's sayin stay home. One short look at that cold gray sky tells the story. Winds is outta the north with a cut that equals 35 below zero. That means if you were to toss up a hot cup of coffee, nothing would come down. As the cold would vaporize the contents. A man outside with out proper cover has about 7 minutes to get inside, or He's dead. Folks have been found froze solid on their front lawn for lack of good judgement. A young boy, released from school early yesterday fell through the ice on a creek then proceeded towards home. luckily he had a cell phone because as he began to lose consciousness he called 911 and was able to be reached before he was killed by the cold. you don't mess with Ma Nature. we do everything up here that anyone else does, but with respect of Her laws. the ice reached 4 and 5 foot thick on the lakes. but river currents thin it down considerably. And those who ice fish better know the area. A fall through the ice on the main channel is almost always fatal. But the fishin's great and a wonderful pastime if your dressed properly. And it's tough to beat the taste of a fresh catch through the ice.

But tonight a warm fire crackles happily just behind me. it's warmth a soothing blanket against my back. The weather outside doesn't look so bad from here. Think I'll try to write another post

Come on!! get on board ~! and get MAD!!~!

2009-01-12T16:12:00.000-08:00

If the book is as good as this it is likely a great read................Remember Lee Iacocca, the man who rescued Chrysler Corporation from its death throes? He's now 82 years old and has a new book, 'Where Have All The Leaders Gone?
'.Lee Iacocca Says: 'Am I the only guy in this country who's fed up with what's happening? Where the hell is our outrage? We should be screaming bloody murder! We've got a gang of clueless bozos steering our ship of state right over a cliff, we've got corporate gangsters stealing us blind, and we can't even clean up after a hurricane much less build a hybrid car. But instead of getting mad, everyone sits around and nods their heads when the politicians say, 'Stay the course.'Stay the course? You've got to be kidding. This is America, not the damned, 'Titanic'. I'll give you a sound bite: 'Throw all the bums out!' You might think I'm getting senile, that I've gone off my rocker, and maybe I have. But someone has to speak up. I hardly recognize this country anymore. The most famous business leaders are not the innovators but the guys in handcuffs. While we're fiddling in Iraq , the Middle East is burning and nobody seems to know what to do. And the press is waving 'pom-poms' instead of asking hard questions. That's not the promise of the 'America' my parents and yours traveled across the ocean for. I've had enough. How about you? I'll go a step further. You can't call yourself a patriot if you're not outraged. This is a fight I'm ready and willing to have. The Biggest 'C' is Crisis! (Iacocca elaborates on nine C's of leadership, with crisis being the first.)Leaders are made, not born. Leadership is forged in times of crisis. It's easy to sit there with your feet up on the desk and talk theory. Or send someone else's kids off to war when you've never seen a battlefield yourself. It's another thing to lead when your world comes tumbling down. On September 11, 2001, we needed a strong leader more than any other time in our history. We needed a steady hand to guide us out of the ashes. A hell of a mess, here's where we stand. We're immersed in a bloody war with no plan for winning and no plan for leaving. We're running the biggest deficit in the history of the country. We're losing the manufacturing edge to Asia, while our once-great companies are getting slaughtered by health care costs. Gas prices are skyrocketing, and nobody in power has a coherent energy policy. Our schools are in trouble. Our borders are like sieves. The middle class is being squeezed every which way. These are times that cry out for leadership. But when you look around, you've got to ask: 'Where have all the leaders gone?' Where are the curious, creative communicators? Where are the people of character, courage, conviction, omnipotence, and common sense? I may be a sucker for alliteration, but I think you get the point. Name me a leader who has a better idea for homeland security than making us take off our shoes in airports and throw away our shampoo? We've spent billions of dollars building a huge new bureaucracy, and all we know how to do is react to things that have already happened. Name me one leader who emerged from the crisis of Hurricane Katrina. Congress has yet to spend a single day evaluating the response to the hurricane or demanding accountability for the decisions that were made in the crucial hours after the storm. Everyone's hunkering down, fingers crossed, hoping it doesn't happen again. Now, that's just crazy. Storms happen. Deal with it. Make a plan. Figure out what you're going to do the next time.Name me an industry leader who is thinking creatively about how we can restore our competitive edge in manufacturing. Who would have believed that there could ever be a time when 'The Big Three' referred to Japanese car companies? How did this happen, and more important, what are we going to do about it? Name me a government leader who can articulate a plan for paying down the debit, or solving the energy crisis, or managing the health care problem. The silence is deafening. But these are the crises that are eating away at our country and milking the middle class dry. I have news for the gang in Congress. We didn't elect you to sit on your asses and do nothing and remain silent while our democracy is being hijacked and our greatness is being replaced with mediocrity. What is everybody so afraid of? That some bonehead on Fox News will call them a name? Give me a break. Why don't you guys show some spine for a change?Had Enough? Hey, I'm not trying to be the voice of gloom and doom here. I'm trying to light a fire. I'm speaking out because I have hope - I believe in America. In my lifetime, I've had the privilege of living through some of America 's greatest moments. I've also experienced some of our worst crises: The 'Great Depression,' 'World War II,' the 'Korean War,' the 'Kennedy Assassination,' the 'Vietnam War,' the 1970's oil crisis, and the struggles of recent years culminating with 9/11.If I've learned one thing, it's this: 'You don't get anywhere by standing on the sidelines waiting for somebody else to take action. Whether it's building a better car or building a better future for our children, we all have a role to play. That's the challenge I'm raising in this book. It's a "Call to Action" for people who, like me, believe in America'. It's not too late, but it's getting pretty close. So let's shake off the crap and go to work. Let's tell 'em all we've had 'enough.'Make your own contribution by sending this to everyone you know and care about. It's our country, folks, and it's our future. Our future is at stake!!

FOOD Nuker's BEWARE!!~!

2009-01-10T10:12:00.000-08:00

Old timers are quick to say curiosity killed the cat. I think the opposite is true. It's only when we chose to personally check things out that the true answers surface.
The microwave has become the busiest little appliance in our kitchens. And the ease at which we are now able to prepare a quick meal has grown leaps n bounds since its discovery. New foods, And new containers are being created every day to accommodate the demands. But each new day also provides more information and new discovery into the potential harm that is caused with its use.
Perhaps the most concrete evidence of these dangers comes from Dr. Hans Hertel, a Swiss Food Scientist Who carried out a very high quality study on the effects of microwaved foods on humans. His conclusions, Clear and Alarming. Microwave Cooking Significantly altered the nutrients in the foods enough to cause huge changes in the blood work of participants. Changes that suggest deterioration of the blood.
1. Increased Cholesterol levels
2. More leukocytes, or white blood cells.
3. Decreased numbers of red blood cells.
4. Production of radiolytic compounds (compounds unknown to nature)
5. Decreased hemoglobin levels, which could indicate Anemic Tendencies. Dr Hertel and his Team published these results in 1992, A Gag order was placed on his study by the Swiss Trade Organization but was later lifted by the Swiss Courts.
Consider also a lawsuit involving a women requiring hip surgery. The blood used in her transfusion was just Warmed in a microwave. The Microwave Altered the warmed blood causing her death.
For those who would still defend their microwaves be advised of the following concerns:
1. The Chemical structure of foods heated in microwaves changes, offering unknown consequences.
2. Vegetables and other foods lose valuable cancer fighting nutrients when heated in Microwaves.
3. paper plates, covers, and plastics leach cancer causing toxins when heated in a microwave.
4. Microwaves significantly breakdown the disease fighting abilities in breast milk.
This writers suggestion, Throw the dang thing out the door!!~! COME ON, !! YU Kin DO IT!!~!

THE NEW STATE RELIGEON

2009-01-08T06:37:00.000-08:00

THE NEW STATE RELIGION
Every tyranny requires its very own state religion so the rulers can feel justified in their oppression. In our case, the religion is Health.
Today in North America, Healthism enjoys almost total acceptance. Who doesn't want to be healthy? Who doesn't think that sick people should be cured? Conservatives and liberals alike vie to get the other side declared "sick" instead of slugging it out fairly on the grounds of right and wrong. Literally anything can be justified as "healthy," literally any crime can be forgiven as "sick."
We are heading towards exactly the same social structure as (the former) Soviet Russia: A piggish elite ruling over the servile masses. All this can be accomplished without ever invoking the names of Marx or Lenin. All we need is a good enough reason to believe in the omniscience of the elite, and a willingness to let them make the decisions--"for our own good," of course. And, just to ensure our compliance, we will be suffocated with tax-supported bureaucracies, and be surrounded by anonymous accusers.
Under the law of Health, all of life becomes politicized. The most powerful person simply declares his/her personal prejudices to be society's new norms, and that is that. We all must conform. We are even denied the dignity of resisting our oppressors, because they are supposedly tyrannizing us out of love, for our own good . . . .
Whoever can ascend the pedestal of Health controls everything, and there is no way to predict what he or she will demand. Nor is there any theoretical limit on what can be demanded in the name of Health. In the former Soviet Union, dissenters were tortured in psychiatric hospitals in the name of Health. In Nazi Germany dissenters were castrated so as not to bear "unfit" children, and Jews and gypsies were massacred to "purify the race." Nobody can justify Stalin's or Hitler's behavior by any traditional standard of justice, but they both found it easy to persuade a majority of the population that these measures were necessary for "social health" .
LIFE BEFORE "HEALTH" In North America, we have no cultural tradition of oppression as existed for centuries in Czarist Russia. Nor have we suffered the economic devastation that flattened the Weimar Republic and paved the way for Hitler. From its very beginning North America was founded, not perfectly but substantially, on absolute standards of Justice. To consider a return to these absolute standards is not some fanatical theory, but an option that can be weighed against the historical facts.
SOME QUESTIONS:1. Was there more juvenile delinquency and child abuse or less before the "child abuse industry" (Child Protective Services, etc.) was established?
2. Was there more sexual abuse, or less, before the new campaign of sex education and "helping professionals" ?
3. Were we overrun with murderers, rapists, and child molesters before the courts started trying to "rehabilitate" these kinds of criminals?
4. Did half of all marriages end in divorce before we decided that marriage vows were an empty joke instead of a binding contract with penalties for those who broke them?
5. Did children grow up illiterate before God was banned from the classroom and the schools began undermining children's values?
6. Was a large percentage of the population chronically unemployable, with no real prospect for their children but poverty, before we formed an army of bureaucrats (wrongly called the Great Society) and declared a War on Poverty?
The answers: No, no, no, no, no, NO! Juvenile delinquency is up 11,000 percent since 1950 (1). Incest was estimated at one in a million or less in 1940 (2). Murder, rape and other violent crimes were a tiny fraction of today's numbers before the religion of Health replaced the Justice of Law. Child molesting was almost unheard of. Few couples divorced, and few children had to suffer through this major childhood trauma. Literacy was at the 99% rate in 1910 (3). Immigrants at that time, uneducated and totally poverty-stricken (far below our current standard of "poverty level" ) saw their children become educated, wealthy and successful.
WHAT CHANGED?The difference is that we used to be governed by law based on unchanging absolutes. Today we are governed by the dictates of special interests and the fads of the elite. No security or progress is possible while our laws oscillate madly this way and that. All that the child abuse industry and our related social change agencies have accomplished with their faddish programs is to make us a contender for crime capital of the world. Our old standard of "justice for all" instead of "Health for all" is simple and time-tested. It requires no elaborate, self-interested bureaucracy.
Most of all, it is fair and just.
_________________References:(1). The Stealing of America, John Whitehead, Crossway Books, Wheaton, IL, 1983, p. 68.(2). Incest is Most Common Form of Child Sexual Abuse, Becky R. Gilmore, Nevada (MO) Daily Mail, June 27, 1985.(3). Statistical Abstract of the United States, U.S. Bureau of the Census, Washington, D.C., 1983, p. 60.
This brochure is compiled from pages 128-130 of Child Abuse Industry, by Mary Pride, published by Crossway Books. (Crossway Books is a division of Good News Publishers, Wheaton, IL 60187.)
To learn more about our growing loss of freedom, and creeping socialism in America today, order The Child Abuse Industry from Good News Publishers at 1-800-323-3890.

Ageing Sucks!!~!

2009-01-07T05:53:00.000-08:00

Just Woke up , again. Drooll running past my chin. Whiskers sticky with the stuff. And my neck stiff and stuck against my left shoulder. Ageing sucks soooo Bad!!~! I woke at 5 Am right on schedule,,,,,,FOR WHAT?? I'm not going anywhere ! We have no Appointment to get to. There was no alarm set, except for the one inside my noggin. There must be a special place in sleep mode that operates in slow motion as I'm on half a battery for the first 30 minutes. A slow shuffle takes me through the darkened house. And I've been known to catch a few more 'winks" as I stand over the Toilet to,,,well, you know. Sometimes I cheat, n sit because it requires less energy. But the downside is you kin hurt yourself if you drift off n fall forward. Very Embarrassing if you make a lot of noise on the way down. The upside, you do wake up faster.
Still en mode, I shuffle to the kitchen counter to feel for the Folgers Canister. I have no Idea why the coffee needs to be made so early. But its important that its en brew as I lean there resting through it's cycle. A kitchen stool is close by, but memories of past events keep me from its comforts, or the pains there off that accompany a nasty fall.
The shuffle back more careful now as the hot liquid warms my fingers yet threatens my knees n toes. Not to mention repercussion created by drips on floors n carpets. Why is that such a big deal??
My desk, a natural mess but the spot on the left, the one with the coffee stain designates the parking spot for the warm cup. and I can ease back against the warm fabric and not think so much. There are things to do, but for now the smell of the warm brew massages my coddled mind and allows me the options. But I must not drift far, lest they find me slumped over here completely at rest,, in my boxers,,,,,,,,,,

Guarding against CANCER

2009-01-04T10:37:00.000-08:00

With everything from baby foods to cosmetics packed full of poisons. And our water systems being loaded with bacteria. And our homes belching poison gasses from carpets, new furniture and wallboard. It's no longer a question of why cancer shows up as a killer. Once you look into all these things its very easy to just throw up your hands and give up,thinking this is way too complicated. But the fact is it's very treatable using the uniqueness built into our own bodies.
Nutritional supplements and vitamins are very effective when researched and used properly. Even inexpensive when weighed for their value against conventional medical treatment costs.
They've gotten a bad rap from those who choose to listen to the chatter instead of learn for themselves. There are many to choose from but few that meet their purpose. That small capsule not only needs to get inside you, but needs to break down and become absorbed into your system so it can be used. Some states require septic system pumpers to screen out all the little "capsules" before they can dump their truck contents, a direct indicator that you tossed your money right down the toilet.
Vitamins, or nutrients need to be created in such a way as to be bonded,or attached to a natural substance that can be readily absorbed through the stomach into the cell structure of your body as the capsule is absorbed. There to be used by your immune system to rebuild your health. So, two things need to happen for you to benefit from your investment. The capsule needs to be made of a material that will breakdown in the stomach, and have within it the capability to travel into your cell structure. anything less and you may as well spend yur buck on a burrito.
The evidence of a good supplement is fairly easy. You'll feel better, and possess more energy. Body function will change as well as appetite and even attitude.
Melaleuca provides an impressive supplement system that has a patented absorption system and I've found it to be very effective. I'm sure there are more out there but I've researched this one and am completely satisfied.
But the purpose of this post is to share good information to help you feel better and live healthy. if your feeding your immune System well, it will be at work for you keeping you disease free.

"Lets TALK ABOUT BREASTS

2008-12-30T16:32:00.000-08:00

I thought a long time on how to address this issue using a more delicate Language or word that didn't offend anyone. But I'm a fella, and worse yet, I've heard all the locker room "stuff'" many times over. And the guys are gonna be guys any way I print this. But its a very important post if I can convince you to check it out, As I think there is help out there if I'm able to get you to think a little.
So, lets get it out. breasts, I for one reelee like um!!, fact izz, I have for a long long time. I think God knew that when He formed women , and made her desirous to men.
The breast cancer fear in women is global, and strikes fear in the hearts and minds of many many gals. And I don't believe it has to be. My wife struggled each time she would have to go for a mammogram because it caused much pain, and I remember going along and seeing the tears in a women who never cried. And after the tests, cancer took her in 1996.
Many cancers seem to park the tumors in the limpf nodes under the arm and develop lumps in the breast itself. My wife went through both physical pain as well as psychological issues at the removal of her breasts followed by the pain and disappointment of re-construction.
Ladies Listen. There is a test called the AMAS Test that monitors your Immune System and it's activity. The tests was created in the early 90's and is 95 percent effective in Preventing cancer. It is documented in the American Medical Associations journal of that year and is supported by facts. You don't hear of it from Conventional Medical folks for obvious reasons. but it measures immunal activity that can detect cancer YEARS before it can get to the lump stage.
It will require that you get involved in monitoring your own health issues through a Natural Medicine Professional but you would then be in control. I have taken this test when I had Bladder Cancer now 5 years ago. its a simple pee test that's painless. how much easier can it get?
be good to yourselves and check it out. you can be free of the fear. if I can help just e-mail and I'll get you more info. in fact, I addressed it in an earlier blog under AMAS test. Jenny and I have struggled long in this cancer fight, and you can reap the benefits , if you'll just begin to think on your own.. Gods Very best SSNUFFY

"" NOW WHAT""???

2008-12-27T16:27:00.000-08:00

Together we meet yet another morning. Presents have turned into a pile of paper, the meal now, just 'pickings", and the turkey gone. For those who forgot your mates gift, your goose is cooked.
Plans are now in place to ring in the New Year and midnight on 12/31 will be a night of happy people, celebrations and parties.
Sometimes we need a reminder that we are only able to have these freedoms because someone gave their life for it. Sobering huh? If its not, you're in denial. You were allowed to grow up free, run where you wanted to run, and do almost anything within the law because someone saw the value in being free and volunteered to fight and die for your rights.
Nothing 'ticks "me off more than a group of people standing on a street corner whining about the war. They are free to demonstrate ONLY because men fought and died for the freedom they are using. If 9/11 didn't convince you that there are folks out there that want you Dead Stand easy, because none of my words will penetrate the gourd setting on your shoulders. Men are dieing today so your sisters and brothers won't risk being raped in your living room. Make no mistake. Given the chance, that will be the case and more if these terrorists aren't stopped. We all want peace. But since time began it has come at a cost, and our Soldiers are paying it, FOR YOU !!!

Over two years ago now I remember hearing about how bad the returning soldiers were being treated. Don Imus raised quit a stink about it and got a bunch of folks together to build a new facility to help them get good help. The Intrepid Hero's Center was built to help down in Texas. Just recently it was revealed that there are over 800 THOUSAND Soldiers trying to get help for various serious conditions but were literally turned away because our government couldn't keep up on PAPERWORK!!!! Stories of men traumatized to the point of SUICIDE and turned away. IF you're not embarrassed by this you should be !! These guys n gals were covering your butt so you could go do your thing.

Sometimes life gets busy, It happens to us all. but lets lay it on the line here. In an earlier post I asked for help to get something started. And the response was pathetic at best. I'm asking you again. Help me help them. I will put in the first hundred dollars. and I'll provide documented information on every donated dollar. A committee is being formed to decide who we can help. an account is being established. You can use my E-mail alroth@hbci.com. My paypal is the same. My address is 25167 Hwy 248, Minnesota City, Mn 55959. Your going to blow some dollars on New Years Eve. I'm asking you to save a buck for those giving you the freedom to go to your party. If all you can do is copy this to your e-mail list at least your doing something. But I doubt very much that there is anyone that cant afford a buck. I'm disabled and caregiver to a wife with cancer. I don't have much, but I can a little extra,,,,,,,, and so can you if your honest . Help Me Help Them, Please !!!

Just A Thought...: Thirsty For Your Love

2008-12-27T15:57:00.000-08:00

Just A Thought...: Thirsty For Your Love

Help Me Help them, Please

2008-12-20T13:03:00.000-08:00

It's Christmas outside, Minnesota style. From my desk in three different directions I can see the snow, comin down in buckets full. About 12-14 inches on the ground and the promise of 6 to 12 inches more before a break, At least I hope so. The hills around my little farm picturesque. Any view could be a beautiful Christmas card. Folks are out n about, slipping and sliding, trying to finish the list of presents that will be one big pile of pretty paper in just short of 6 days. Families will gather to enjoy a huge meal, and spend the rest of the day playing with new toys n games or just relaxing.
I should be excited with the Season of Christs birth but my heart Is heavy. Yesterday I heard again of Soldiers, War Hero's , sick and hurting. Thousands lost in the paperwork of Government Bureaucracy . Men and Gals close to suicide because they, we cant process the papers to help them git rid of the "stuff" war tosses at them. Lives literally destroyed because they chose to protect You and I from harm. This is more than embarrassing, It's criminal!!
Together we can start a fund to help. We may not raise enough to get them all but we'd be doing something. Someone tell me how to set this up. I'm disabled, and caregiver to a sick wife. But I will find the time to get this going, I don't have much, but I can come up with a hundred bucks to start the kitty. I'll do it all for free. Everyone can afford a buck can't they? Everyone knows someone who's been hurt by the war. We can form a committee to decide who we can help. Use all Volunteers so that all the money goes to the guys n gals that need it. We could channel the funds into a paypal account so everyone would have easier access for giving their dollars, that will work to start. The very least we owe these kids is to not forget them when their tour is over. It doesn't matter if you were for or against the war. they were covering your back. , and you owe them. If you can't find a buck, which I very seriously doubt. you can at least copy this to your address list and send it around. Help me help them. All I have is you to help. Anyone doubting that I'm doing this in Ernest can e-mail me for a copy of the funds and where they are going. Come on! get involved ! If you have ideas write me. I'm determined to do what I can. don't turn your head to these kids . its the season of giving. Save a buck for those who went to bat for you. If you all just give a buck and pass this on. We will be able to make a difference. Thnx SSNUFFY

Problems with Anti-bacterials

2008-12-16T17:52:00.000-08:00

Through extensive advertising, manufacturers attempt to convince consumers that the're in battle with tiny invaders and must use specific antimicrobial products to protect their health. Studies suggest that the widespread use of antimicrobial chemicals may be causing these products to lose their effectiveness.
Triclosan is a common active ingredient found in modern antibacterial products. Most other engineered antibacterial agents are designed to attack organic functions of bacteria. Triclosan specifically inhibits the production of a fatty acid vital to life within bacterial cells. The problem is, bacteria that survive the introduction of Triclosan can mutate into a new strain that resists the antimicrobial chemical's effects.
How can bacteria resist the antimicrobial onslaught? Dr. Stuart B. Levy, of the Tufts School of Medicine in Boston, believes the answer lies in residual amounts of the agent that stick around after application. For those bacteria that survive, this residual soup is like one big sink-or-swim training camp. The bacteria mutate and adapt to ward off future attacks by their enemy. Microbiologists call this process selection -- those microbes that live are selected to go on to mutate and reproduce.
What's worse, some antibacterial agents go after the same physiology of bacteria that prescription antibiotics do. This means that if a particular strain of bacteria develops a resistance to an antibacterial agent in a household cleaner, it will also be resistant to similar attacks from prescription antibiotics. Microbiologists call this cross-resistance.
Other scientific studies show that some bacteria get tougher as they adapt. As Levy's report shows, although some antibacterial soaps contain an average of 2,500 micrograms of Triclosan, they still may not be enough to kill even the hardiest mutated bacteria.
In one study, researchers applied soap containing 150 micrograms of triclosan to a strain of wild (unmutated) E. coli -- bacteria commonly found in raw food. The results showed that it took a full two hours for the agent to kill 90 percent of the bacteria. It took two to four times as much triclosan under the same conditions to kill 90 percent of a mutated strain.
And adding antimicrobial chemicals to soap may be particularly ineffective. When researchers in the same study exposed the same strain of E. coli to just six micrograms of triclosan by itself, it killed as much of the bacteria in the same amount of time [source: Levy].
Overuse of antibiotics and antimicrobial cleaners may also be responsible for an increase of allergies.
Antibacterial Allergies
A 2005 study found that more than half of the American population has an allergic reaction to at least one of 10 common allergens [source: AAAAI]. Some microbiologists suspect that the emergence of the antibacterial lifestyle may be responsible.
From birth, people are bombarded by unseen microbial life, which biologists call environmental flora. These little organisms are everywhere: in dirt, on countertops, in the air and even in your own body. While some cause infection, the majority are benign. Some are even helpful, like lactobacillus, which aids in our digestion of food and kills other, harmful bacteria.
Since there are a lot more flora than there are people, the human body has developed a way of warding off infection and allergies caused by microbial life. The human body's T-helper cells generate an immunoresponse to invasions by microbes. There are two types of T-helper cells: T-H1 cells help other cells form their own defenses against microbial invaders. T-H2 cells oversee the production of antibodies, which attack and kill foreign microbes that have entered the body.
Put together, these two types of helper cells are the reason you don't die whenever someone sneezes on you or you cut your finger. They are also the reason why you don't suffer constant allergic reactions whenever you breathe.
To work correctly, these helper cells must encounter microbes and allergens. The inoculations you get as a child are actually dead or weakened strains of microbes introduced into your system that your body uses to build its defenses against other, similar strains. In a household that relies heavily on antibacterial agents, a child's immune system may not get a chance to encounter enough allergens to produce the proper antibodies and defenses against them. The antimicrobial agents used in the home will have killed most of the allergens first.
While a parent can control his or her household, he or she can't sanitize the whole world. Once a child leaves an overly santized home, his or her underdeveloped immune system will be exposed to a host of microbes and allergens.
Even resisting personal overuse of antimicrobial chemicals may not prevent you from coming in contact with them. Antibiotics may be present in the food you eat and in the water you drink.
Modern agribusinesses use antibiotics to keep their livestock healthy. These antibiotics remain in the meat from those animals that makes it to the dinner table. And runoff from livestock yards and processing plants can make its way into groundwater and other sources from which people draw water.
Should antimicrobial agents be banned? That may be a bit premature. Read the next page to find out why the jury's still out.
Testing Antibacterial Soap
In July 2000, the Emerging Infectious Diseases Conference in Atlanta, featured several presentations concerning the relationship between the antibacterial lifestyle and the emergence of resistant bacteria. One of the presenters was Stuart B. Levy, who presented a paper entitled "Antibacterial Household Products: A Cause for Concern."
In his paper, Levy details studies which suggest that people may be at the threshold of a world where bacteria -- due to the use of antibacterial products and misused antibiotics -- may overtake people's ability to kill them.
Five years later, Levy was part of another study with five colleagues in his field where the findings were very different. The scientists divided 224 households into two categories: those that were given antibacterial products and those that were not. The study took place over the course of one year, and looked at families with similar backgrounds.
A 2005 study found no significant difference in the presence of resistant bacteria between households using antibacterial products and those using non-antibacterial products.
What the researchers found is that there was no significant difference in the amount of bacteria killed by the use of antibacterial soap over regular soap. They also found that there was no significant increase in the presence of resistant bacteria in the homes that used antibacterial products.
These findings were surprising. First, the study says that antibacterial soap is no better at killing germs than regular soap. It also says that the bacteria didn't mutate into super bacteria in the homes that used antibacterial soap. The study, entitled "Antibacterial Cleaning Products and Drug Resistance," contained one caveat: One year may not have been enough for the study to be conclusive [source: Aiello].
Sure enough, two years later, some of the same researchers from the 2005 study tried another study. Again, the researchers found that antibacterial soap showed no advantage over plain soap in its ability to kill bacteria. But they also collected data that suggested bacteria are indeed becoming increasingly cross-resistant as a result of antibacterial use.
Is it time to panic? The results are inconclusive. Although microbiologists can chart the mutation of some bacteria as a result of their exposure to antibacterial agents, this has only been done in a laboratory setting, and not in the real world. Still, scientists believe that bacterial mutation may be inevitable and continue their studies.
So what's the best way to fight germs? Sometimes the old ways are still the best ways. Read the next page to learn about the wonders of -- soap.
Antibacterial Soap vs Regular Soap
Sometimes plain old soap and other tried-and-true cleaning agents can work just as well as today's antibacterial products. Good, old-fashioned soap may not say "antibacterial" on its label, but it still kills germs. Sometimes it does a better job than antibacterial soap.
In addition, soap isn't the only thing that kills bacteria -- there are many naturally occurring antibacterial agents. Lemon juice, for example, changes the pH level in bacterial cells, creating an acidic environment in which microbes can't survive. Other naturally antibacterial substances dry cells out, killing the bacteria (bacteria most commonly thrive in moist environments). Still others, like bleach and alcohol completely obliterate the cells of the bacteria. Unlike the targeted attack of antimicrobial agents, bleach and alcohol simply cause the cells to lyse, or rupture.
Courtesy Dr. Bronner'sDr. Bronner's Magic Soap, an organic soap.
Why haven't bacteria adapted to the agents found in bleach, alcohol and lemon juice? The reason why bacteria aren't resistant to these agents is because they do not leave a residue. There is no chance for surviving bacteria to adapt within the residual environment, so bacteria are just as susceptible to bleach and alcohol as they were 100 years ago. Skip the antimicrobial smart bomb and go for the big bleach blockbuster.
So what do we do to ward off superbacteria? Fortunately, the same rules to cleanliness still apply. The 2005 study showed that illness decreased among household members who washed their hands more, with or without antibacterial soap [source: Aiello]. Practicing good hygiene habits, like using alcohol-based hand sanitizer and staying away from people who have a cold, are still as valid as ever. And Stuart Levy assures us that if we take our antibiotics properly, the state of environmental flora will return to "what it was before the antibiotic/antibacterial onslaught" [source: Levy].
So stay well, stay warm and dry, and start rehearsing your ABCs while you wash your hands.

""Passin gas"" izz,,,, well its such a relief

2008-12-15T16:05:00.000-08:00

Seems like I barely opened my eyes this morning before the days agenda began to press me. My morning prayer closet doubles as the bathroom stool. Just always figured if I was takin in new stuff I had to make room. So it was the appropriate way to Begin . I'm good at multi-tasking. And a few words to the man up yonder can only help. couple times I know I got off point, but God knows he took on a big job here. so I just apologized to him and moved on. I buzzed over a lotta old business, lotta stuff He's heard before, but made sure I covered the forgiveness part then cut it short.
I'm old n I'm a guy so gettin ready ain't no big deal. flipped on the coffee, dropped my teeth in a glass of mouth wash n grabbed some fresh clothes . dogs were waitin so I let em out on my way to the shower, slipped in one side n out the other. forgot a towel but there's always some in the hamper. so i dried off, running a hand thru my pits to make sure . yeah, good enuff for Doctor day.
Therapist first then,,,, no not that kind. I got a sore hand dummy!! Then off to the real Doc to get some stitches out. Dogs were scratchin so I grabbed the glass of mouthwash n headed to the door. Holdin my teeth in one hand I downed the mouthwash and slide the patio open . I swished a couple time then blew it out the door tryin to miss the dogs . Jake made it , but Scruffy may smell a bit sweet for a while. Fresh sweats n a clean t-shirt on , Then pulled the socks from yesterday out of my shoes,, ah hell they're OK,,,,Gettin behind here, I gotta move.
Halfway to town I remembered the coffee,, dang!! and I don't do well without it. So I grabbed an exit by the Gas n go. Only took a couple minutes and I'm back motorin, a fresh cup and one a them Morning sandwiches, gut Bomb type. Only took a short while and a bellyache appeared by the time I got to the Doc, I'm squirmin. But it ain't bad till they put me in that little room,,,,,,,,,, Now its getting serious. But I got it handled I will be free in a few minutes and then,,,well, you know.
but the Docs behind and I'm startin to worry. I kin feel the pressure buildin. This is a small room,,, really small. But its really getting serious here n no body's coming,,,I'm wondering if I kin kinda sneak er out in little fluffers to relieve some pressure, and I almost let it go. But I hear someone at the door so I sorta squeezed it back in place. Now don't sit there so innocent!!~! you all know exactly where im at here. Out with the guys why I'd just let er go, even give her a little push. But I'm in a pickle here. Somethings gotta happen ,, and very soon.
just then Nurse Cindy came through the door with 30 minutes of very careful instructions. and I squirmed carefully all the way through them.
Finally, she released me,,,,to the appointment desk, Another cubicle,, only smaller. and this gal had to be slower than last weeks molasses. I was soo frustrated with her, that by the time I was let go I felt like really lettin go, right there in that lil 4x4. but I didn't, truth is I was afraid the sound of all that pressure would scare somebody.
now, im not saying where the end came but it was wonderful, even a little pain full but very soothing.
for those of you who think God doesn't have a sense of humor I beg to differ. I believe he loved every minute of my suffering. He's the friend Who'll never fail you, but be care full.
for my friends who may take offense, Ill just say be care full , coz yu have the same "abilities"
learn to laugh a little, Its good medicine. Gods very best Al

the real story about rudolph the red nosed reindeer

2008-12-14T18:13:00.000-08:00

Rudolph sat cross legged , sucking on a smoothie while he whined about the coming road trip. Some of the Elves were already busy. Sloppy, Drippy N Snoop were packin box's while Sneezy, Dumpy N Stinky stay'd busy loading the old Sleigh. More Elves were just punchin in and grabbing their tools. Two were chatting as they headed for the break room already, it was your typical factory environment. "Its gonna be just like last year" Rudolph complained, "we'll be down to the last day N the old geezer's gonna be on us like stink on crap ta get it all done, n I'm tired of it"" You'd think He'd get us some help in here," Rudy said as He pulled out a smoke, "" He knows its always a rush the last few days" Don't be lighten that "" Drippy said pointing at the cigar, you know He hates it , and it stinks,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Rudolph pulled out a big farmers match, drawing it across the the table top. It lite with a snap, and as the flame fluttered to life and he touched it to the end of the cigar drawing deeply the other end. Smoke billowed from his lips as the end began to glow and a soft gray cloud formed above his head. "" AWWW just let him say something, "Rudolph Barked ignoring the comment. This year I'm gonna tell him where to go."" Outside Dasher and Dancer stood, backs to the swirling wind, a drift of snow higher than the Corral all but covering the little red n white candy cane post. Above the wind the little Toy factory Hummed with busy activity, motors and chains whirred and clattered, hammers tapped and Music played. ""look at that '' Dasher said, "Rudolph's playin top dog agin", Through the window Rudy could be seen flappin his jaws , givin orders, the stogie hangin from his lips. "except for that stupid red knob that deer is as useless as two pair of of antlers". One of these days Nick is gonna catch on to his antics and fire his haunches " Dancer nodded in agreement as she pawed the snow covered hay. "We'd be better off if we would have taken that union guys advice" Dasher said. "maybe we'd have some say around here" " SHHH"!!~Dasher ", Dancer said , " Here comes the old man,,
""Morning fellas, hows things goin? have enough hay there? Santa said as He passed by?. Dasher moves closer , and whispers to Dancer , "ask the bald headed old twit how he'd like eatin dry old grass outta the snow", in the middle of a blizzard. he'd last about a day." Then he'd be whinin to the boss lady to git him something decent" Nick moved on apparently not in range, trudging thru the snow towards the little Toy Factory. He opened the door quietly, just in time to hear Rudolph's next comment. ""It's time we made some changes around here he yelled" “I got a mind to tell that old Geezer off good". Santa stepped inside just as Rudolph was tipping the smoothie up. "Tell me what Rudy " Santa said? At the sound of Santa's voice Rudolph lost his grip on both the chair and the smoothie . the chair slide back, Rudy went down and the remaining smoothie landed square on his head cup n all. 'Good morning Sir". , Rudy said as he wiped the cold sticky stuff from his fur. Didn't see you over there". "Yes Rudy, that’s most apparent "the old man said as he walked to the center of the room, " Now what's all the fuss about"? Rudolph looked busier than ever, trying to avoid the question. But Santa knew the game and addressed it head on.
"Rudolph! with yur nose so bright,
I think you came in here to fight .
then all the Elves came running,
I even heard them shout with glee
Rudolph the red nosed reindeer
was goin down in historeeee

Santa grabbed a big tall stick
and wrapped it over Rudolph's nose
Rudy you are such a dip
git in there n change them clothes

when your done get back out here
you n I have much to do
leave your clothes by the wash machine
and you can lose the attitude too.

But Rudy came up swingin
and caught the little man off guard
A right cross to the whiskers
put poor Santa out in the yard

Dasher and dancer had to duck
as the door flew off its bracket
and the little man came flying by
in the midst of a terrible racket

a little dazed he shook it off
and clamored to his feet
steamin now he went back in
a challenge to defeat

Rudy stood in the corner now
eyes wide and full of fear
He could see the fire in Santa's eyes
and he didn't want him near

a determined look and a grip like steel
held Rudy by his rack
Santa grabbed his nose n twisted hard
and set the reindeer back.

for near an hour he held him there
by the nose n both his ears
He never let poor Rudolph
wipe away his bloody tears

when Santa finally let him go
]Rudy just lay still
He wanted to get up n run
But he didn’t have the will

The little man in a suit of red
Had taken Rudy’s pride
And that famous nose now black n blue
Laid limply to the side

But by Christmas Eve all things have healed
a team of reindeer hitched to Run
and the little man in the bright red suit
with toys for every one

in the dark of night out across the sky
sleigh bells jingling as they go
a little man and a sleigh of toys
and an all familiar glow

but look real close as they prance on by
I think that you can see it too
The glows that comes from Rudy’s nose
Holds a hint of black n blue A. L. R.

"" R U WhYnin about Smokers too???

2008-12-08T04:14:00.000-08:00

Well, lets get at it, I'm ready. I'm soooo tired of this smokin crap that I could just,,, well I could just Crap!!~!
My kids cover their face when I light up. And they keep my grand kids shielded from that awful smell and the threat of second hand smoke. And we are cast away as if a plague has descended and made us unfit to be around. Used to be a road well traveled was a safe bet. And I grew up and survived that awful smoke. And I raised three kids through all that smoke, and none of us got sick any more than thousands in a real life test. Second hand smoke my Butt!!~!
But campfires are wonderful and fireplaces are so awesome, its just the magic in that lil tube full of terbaccy that sneaks up to grab us, jumps in our lungs n kills us. Geeez!!~! COME ON!!
But Mom n Dad will feed babies prepared baby foods full of alcohol and formaldehyde. and its OK because the TV didn't tell us its bad. We will wash babies in "toxic" soap and put "toxic"shampoo on their heads , place a toxic" diaper on them and pop leeching plastic bottle in their mouths full of chemically treated milk or formula and wheel them happily down the detergent isle in a nice clean grocery store isle, you know, that isle that smells so strong and fresh. well that "fresh" is coming from SEALED bottles and it is mostly formaldehyde, a good cheap preservative, Widely used , and a suspected carcinogen. but that's ok becuz ????
I'll tell you why. Its because THE TV DIDN'T TELL YA!!~!
We've become so busy and so trained that if it don't tell us on CNN, well it ain't true.
There are somewhere between 14 and 30 additives to smoking tobacco depending on your choice of smoke, some to preserve, some to moisten, some for preserving, etc. I smoke additive free. I'd rather not smoke but don't have the guts needed to walk away,,,yet. But we live and die by our choices , and that puts you in the mix as well. Common sense tells you it takes 3 ingredients to make potato chips. chips n oil and salt. If your buying processed chips your eating much more poison than I am. And if your feeding chips to your baby I gotta ask ya, Now who's the dummy. Yet big trucks cant keep the stuff on the shelves.
Your chewin 11 teaspoons of sugar every time you drink a can of soda or pop and sugar shuts the immune system down for 3 to 4 hrs, and these new Power drinks... Have you any idea at all whats being dumped into your body?? But stay clear of Grandpa cuz,, he smokes!!~!
Brush them teeth good in the morning, pay no mind to the fluoride we grew up with , its just poison, ahh but that lil bit wont hurt ya. but you be careful round them "smokers"
Plastics are used on everything nowadays and we know that they leech toxins as they age. But everything from play toys to baby bottles are made for our kids, are you buying them? If you are, dont worry on that old second hand smoke. your doin a great job all by yourself.
Floor composites and carpet glues reek of formaldehyde for months. Did you check your last purchase to see how its made? Ill bet most don't,, unless you happen to catch CNN, even then I question that it registers. But Gramps, n that ciggy, better stay clear.
At this point you should be able to tell that this sticks in my craw. But only as a point of reference. I 'two finger', type this blog to peak awareness', to get you to think on your own. We are suppose to learn from each other. That puts the road ahead less bumpy. Jenny and I are finishing 12 years in a cancer battle, none of which has been fun. But its been very very educational. Much of what was learned was not on CNN. And we needed to get outside the box to get a clear picture.
Cancer is not so scary when you understand why its getting the upper hand.
If your constantly blasting your immune system with toxins its just common sense to know there is a point where your body says "That's Enough!!" That is Cancer!! your body is saying that's enough.
God has provided that young one a great immune system, IF you feed him/her properly. I"d be more concerned that you take care of you . You're the one that's going to want to hang around to see that baby grow up. And unless I miss my guess your immune systems workin overtime all ready. A.L. R.

""SANTA In BlueJeanz ""

2008-12-05T18:49:00.000-08:00

The hills of Minnesota rank high on the list of most Beautiful winter scenery. December, and especially Christmas Eve grabbin top spot as the heavy snows , north wind drivin, swirl about to blanket the pines in a thick fluffy powder.
1980 found me out of a job and a fat lil fella in need of cash for presents. Being resourceful, it just made good sense to put the lil fat fella in a Santa Suit. So I ran an ad, charging 10 bucks for a visit from Santa and rented my suit.
Christmas Eve appointments began around 7 PM as lots of folks wanted kids to spend time with Santa before going to bed. So for the first part of the evening we ran a smooth ship ticklin the kiddies and stuffin the bucks in my wallet. Runnin from place to place was an adventure but it became more difficult as the night wore on and street lights did not show the house numbers. The suit was warm, the house's warmer and soon sweat was running down my back into my undee's. Being a greedee lil bugger I didn't allow much time between visits so taking a break was out. So the vigil continued as santa stuffed more and more,,,,I mean santa blessed more little kiddee's with his presence. Soon my armpits joined in dumping more sweat,,, yes you guessed it,, into my undee's. I hadn't counted on SOOO many parents wanting Santa to have a lil drinkee while he was there and pretty soon the house numbers were taking on a kinda fuzzy appearance,,, and I'm thinkin geeez you know, for a fella who don't drink, I'm doin ok,,,, maybe. But sweat was everywhere now and its hard to wipe your face , forehead or whatever in this outfit, but we still had several appointments to go. But I'm wet now, everything inside that suit was dripping. Inside the house I'm cooking, then outside felt pretty good for a few steps then I was shiverin cold. The booze kept my face warm n fuzzy but now I had to practically go up to the houses to see the dang numbers. Sweat was washing off the glued eyebrows and running in my eyes , and the beard tickled as it stuck to my own whiskers. But I had one stop left and I wanted that 10 bucks, Rudolph sat on the roof of the house next door snickering, yes he did, and Christmas lights danced around the tree on the deck so I knew I had to refuse that next drink. I rapped on the window, then stood back and gave it my best Ho, Ho, Ho, then waited to be let in the door. The little gals eyes sparkled as Dad ushered us into another warm living room, why do they keep these rooms so hot I whispered to the little guy sitting on my shoulder,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,. Dad sat lil Suzy on Santa's lap and everyone took pictures while I cooked, but you cant hurry these things. So I tried chatting with the little girl trying not to drip on her new dress. Then the two older ladies needed a picture sitting on Santa's lap,, Groan,, The room is swirlin, the booze is ,,, well its doin what booze does and my gut is feelin like it wants to be rid of all the candy, cookies n treats . Finally mom comes out with a plate of WARM MILK n more cookies wanting Santa to partake. To which Santa politely refused knowing full well that one whiff of that warm milk and I would be making a deposit right on that expensive lookin rug.
I remember vowing on my way home to never do this again. I remember also at least a couple days of trying to get my stomach squared away convinced more than ever that drinking that stuff was not for me. I don't remember how much I made after I paid for the suit, but it wasn't enuff!!~!
Winter is still beautiful here, even more so as I sit close to a crackling fire watching the outside,from the inside. I saw Santa just the other day, I think it was at Walmart. He was smiling from ear to ear, and the kids were screamin and hollering and havin a good old time. But I looked deep into his eyes, and I read the sign, he had sweat in hiz undee's for sure. A.L. R.

"" MISSING PERSON,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

2008-12-04T18:02:00.000-08:00

Subject: Obituary printed in the London Times Interesting , and sadly rather true...

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.
But He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: Knowing when to come in out of the rain;
Why the early bird gets the worm;
Life isn't always fair; and maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
(adults, not children, are in charge).
His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place.
Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate;
Teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch;
And a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. He declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an Aspirin to a student;
but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion. Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home , and the burglar could sue you for assault. Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. then spilled a little in her lap and was promptly awarded a huge settlement. Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, Truth and Trust, by his wife, Discretion, by his daughter, Responsibility, and by his Son, Reason. He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, I Want It Now, Someone Else Is To Blame, and I'm A Victim .
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone.
If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.

The Road Back

2008-12-03T05:18:00.000-08:00

In my Blog I talk a lot about Cancer and the need to get healthy. And many have asked what to do to get there. Hearing the words "YOU HAVE CANCER" shocks the system. As a result, fear and confusion attach themselves hindering your ability to even think rationally.
The road back is very simple offering lots of tools so that you can take an active roll in your recovery. While the 12 years we have spent in battling jenny's cancer has been a long and pain filled journey, it has also provided much education .
If I can get you to think a bit outside the box this blog will have achieved its purpose. If I can convince you to look closely, and examine the facts BEFORE you move ahead with your health issues I feel you will do much better and have more success than we have.
while I'm not a Doctor I have lived this journey and know what I'm talking about. Some of this will be strange to you, and will require that you think on your own. Listen to your Doctor, but examine everything that's said and make your decisions after you've considered everything. I'm convinced that the hospitals , doctors And the drug companies are all in bed together. If you'll check, you'll find that the medical colleges are fully funded by the drug companies. if you recover, these fella's lose lotsa bucks, Jenny has been in treatment for 12 yrs to the tune if hundreds of thousands in medical costs. The American Cancer Society has been collecting millions for years now yet when my family members tried to get simple help from them for their Mom they couldn't offer ANY help. Yet they were advertising for an area Manager for 80 grand a year,,plus perks. If they found a cure The bucks would stop. So there's absolutely no incentive to get you cured. 40 years ago the incident of Cancer was one in every 40 people, Today its closer to One in TWO. ITS NOT Working,,,,,,
In 1996 a test was established called the AMAS Test. Posted in the American Medical Magazine which is the Medical bible. This test detects disease activity within the body Years before it can get to the "Lump Stage" its 95 percent effective, and I've taken it. You gals need to know this. yet In a world plagued with cancer we hear nothing about it. This is documented. Check it out.
We are attacking our own bodies everyday without being aware of it. Your Skin is an Organ and we begin our day with a shower, most with a mild salt brine in our water softener, 95 percent of the shampoo's, mouses, hair creams contain formaldehyde a suspected carcinogen. formaldehyde is widely used as it is a very cheap preservative, bleaches and alcohol are also widely used. And all these chemicals are being absorbed into your skin. Miniciple Water Systems are held at a "tolerable" amount of bacteria. our foods are now processed with many many chemicals some poison. MSG is found in everything, and it originally was created in a lab to fatten up lab rats. All this is documented Soaps n shampoos contain Formaldehyde as well and whats not entering through our skin is being breathed in as vapors. Ever walk down the soap Isle in a grocery store?? Is the smell not overpowering?? Those are sealed bottles!!~!
Is it any wonder after all this that your Immune system struggles to keep you well?? I used to wonder how we got Cancer, Now I wonder how it can be avoided.
The steps to , or The Road back from sickness is not difficult. And you can begin now. each step you take. each change you make is a step forward and away from Disease.
Begin today to Manage the great system that God has provided. and if we can help please ask.

""THE BLOODY GLOVE""

2008-11-30T05:32:00.000-08:00

I thought that would get your attention, welcome. While this is not "that" glove, it is bloody, it is my own and it hurts like hell .
I'm in recovery now. 6 days have past since the incident, and I'm just now able to use the hand gently to touch these keys.
I'm caregiver to a lady struggling with Cancer. And at best, my time away is limited. Knowing my plight a good friend showed up last Sunday to help split wood for my new stove. Excited for the help I eagerly strapped on my walkie talkie and followed him to the woodpile. Bob and I kept at the pile, buffing the cold and moving steadily towards the end of the stack of logs. By mid afternoon The shifting winds had done their job . A band of sweat filled my stocking cap but Winters chill had numbed my hands making it difficult to grip and hold the huge pieces. One man operated the controls while the other placed the logs for splitting. Two or three times I had pinched a glove between the wood and steel, each time able to be quick enough to get it free before full pressure. but chance is not a winning game and I was about to pay the price. The pain was instant leaving no time to react. And as soon as Bobby heard my yell He pulled the pressure release. I pulled the hand free and lifted the glove to stare at a bloody stump. The shock sets you back as your mind tries to wrap around what your seeing. The end was gone, blood spurting out of several areas .The finger bone exposed , the skin, muscle and fingernail gone. The pain was great, overpowering my attempt to think. I know I've only got 5 or 6 pints of this stuff so I gotta stop the bleeding. So I head for the house being careful to shield it from my wife's eyes and got it in a pan of cold water. As the blooding slowed I called to my wife that i needed to go in for some stitches . but she needed to see why and I couldn't talk her out of it. So yeah , She kinda freaked when she saw it. but I made it a quick pass by telling her I needed to get going. The Emergency Room folks were not much help because it needed to go to a specialist for amputation. the bone needed to be cut off so skin could be sewed around the stump to close the wound. They did however provide me with some wonderful pain killers . So the next morning the surgery was performed.
Crystal, my youngest was called over to watch her Mom while i was off Gallivanting from hospital to hospital. it was Her job to clean up the bloody mess I made in the house. by the kitchen sink she found my bloody glove. And was discussing the issue with her Mom when they noticed the end of my finger sticking through the torn hole in the glove.
It's been a,,,,,,,,,,,,,well it's been both an interesting and a pain filled week. The pain meds take the edge down but the pain finds it's way through. Every few minutes a shooting, stabbing pain shoots clear to the shoulder as misplaced and shredded nerves try desperately to reach parts that are no longer there. but each day also, there is a gain as my body begins the miraculous job of healing.
The kids have stepped in, helping me meet my responsibilities. But we live alone, and I'm still a caregiver. So, I wash dishes with a bread bag taped over the bad hand. and chopping wood, doing laundry. cooking and cleaning are coming in line as well. and one handed Enema's well, we're workin on it.
I'm learning the lesson, I'm appreciating more n more Gods gifts. . We are never to old to learn, . This week we work on how to put on my socks with one hand. last week was a challenge, last week we had to learn to wipe our butt,, so we're gainin,,,,,,,,,,,,Gods Best Al

Serious azza Heart Attack

2008-11-28T11:54:00.000-08:00

I've never been big on forgiveness. to be honest, it's always been a pretty petty issue. If you got a problem , deal with it. Just keep it in your own yard n leave me out of it. But often, bitter people are a pain in the butt and i didn't want to come off as a crab so i played it middle of the road. I tucked the bitter parts way down deep. deep enough so as not to show, but still in reach so i could chew on em from time to time. Stuck a big ole grin up front n nobody was the wiser,,,or were they.
life, is a rating game. weather your willing to admit it or not is a separate issue. we compare ourselves with everyone. look at what she does, or at least I don't act like him. or , I could never do that. Forever searching to raise myself a little higher than "those folks".
We are really a peculiar people if you take a little time to think on it. Stress is literally killing us off by the numbers now. New studies are coming forth every few days pointing to stress as the underlying key linking itself to Heart trouble, Cancer and the list keeps building. Come to think of it even God mentioned it in that dusty old book settin over there on the unused end of the bookshelf. But we all know no one reelee believes any of that stuff anyway,,,,,,,,,,,,,,.
Forgiveness plays a huge role in our stress level. and it's free. Forgiveness causes much more harm to those who wont forgive than it ever could to the offender, God said it, not me. Go blame him if your not happy.
It's all very simple if you care to check it out. You are Gods Child, created in His image. designed by your Creator to function in a world he created. pee n Moan, kick n holler, scream if you like, it all comes out in the wash. Man,,,(and woman), have lived and died according to the laws that govern this world since Time began, and it will remain so until He calls the game ended. If this was your game, we'd be playin by your rules, Hence,,,,,,,,,
Your days are numbered, governed by the way you decide to run your life. I'm excited , now that I've gotten to know the Lord. But I still don't wanna be on the next load goin north. So I'm learning to follow directions.
It tickles me when "fellow Believers" point at one of my Sins and thumb their noses , cuz God already told me that we all have a basketful of our own, enough to keep us busy right here at home. and I have little trouble "reminding " folks when the question comes up. My Sins go a long ways in reminding me that we all screw up. And it takes the fire away from any notion to not forgive a brother or sister for, being human.
Don't tell me your particular incident is different. They are all covered in scripture. Its Either Gods way, or your way, and quit frankly any other game is not played here.
Gods not coming back to judge the world. Hes coming to judge YOU. And unless you have an Ace your not showin, this is on You!!~!
Judgement will be Final. And the answer,,, just a prayer away. A. L. R.

Atheist Group Challenges National Day of Prayer

2008-11-23T18:47:00.000-08:00

The fabric of America is being challenged. If You believe in God your right to worship as you chose is being threatened.
As noted by David Barton, founder of WallBuilders (www.wallbuilders.org), a prayer service is even held at the U.S. Capitol on this date, with elected leaders attending.

But this annual event is upsetting to an organization that believes it “constitutes an unabashed endorsement of religion.” Apparently this organization, The Freedom From Religion Foundation (FFRF), is offended that their fellow Americans follow in the tradition of Washington and Jefferson and Lincoln and Reagan as we beseech the Almighty to bless this great nation.

The FFRF last month sued President Bush, his press secretary Dana Perino, Wisconsin Gov. Jim Doyle, one of 50 governors who issues state prayer proclamations, and Shirley Dobson, who heads the National Day of Prayer Task Force.

In its lawsuit, filed in federal district court, FFRF argues that the Presidential proclamation violates the murky “separation of church and state.” The organization states that the day of prayer implies to nonreligious Americans that “they are expected to believe in God,” and sends a message that “religion is preferred over non-religion.”

The problem with this lawsuit, as I see it, is that America has a rich history of honoring God. From our nation’s very first inaugural by George Washington—in which he requested that the Bible be opened to Deuteronomy chapter 28—we see the tradition of publicly paying tribute to God.

In his speech that day, April 30, 1789, President Washington stated, “No people can be bound to acknowledge and adore the invisible hand which conducts the affairs of men more than the people of the United States. Every step by which they have advanced to the character of an independent nation seems to have been distinguished by some token of Providential agency.”

George Washington understood that this nation is a gift from the Sovereign God and he recognized the need for the nation to honor Him. “It is the duty of all nations,” Mr. Washington said, “to acknowledge the providence of Almighty God and to obey His will.”

Another of our great founders, Thomas Jefferson, stated, “God who gave us life gave us liberty. Can the liberties of a nation be secure when we have removed a conviction that these liberties are the gift of God?”

This is the same Jefferson who permitted the use of public buildings—including the U.S. Capitol—for church services and urged the government funding of a Catholic missionary to the Kaskaskia Indians. It is very apparent by Mr. Jefferson’s words, deeds and policies that he did not want to create a religion-free society. The modern civil libertarians are completely wrong to suggest that he did.

In more modern times, our Presidents continued in the traditions of Washington and Jefferson. Consider the D-Day radio address of Franklin D. Roosevelt during World War II, in which he called the nation to join him in prayer: “O Lord, give us faith ... Let not the impacts of temporary events, of temporal matters of but a fleeting moment, let not these deter us in our unconquerable purpose ... Thy will be done, Almighty God.” (Listen to this touching prayer here: http://www.historyplace.com/speeches/fdr-prayer.htm)

Newt Gingrich, writing in “Rediscovering God in America,” wrote, “Franklin Roosevelt was a man of deep religious belief who understood, just as powerfully as Washington before him, that religion and morality were indispensible supports to the preservation of our liberties and our country.”

This is our history, our legacy, as a nation.

If we were to actually eliminate the National Day of Prayer, what will be next? Will we erase “In God We Trust” from our currency (as Barry Lynn of Americans United for the Separation of Church and State has said we should do)? Will we strip the crosses and stars of David from the hallowed graves at Arlington National Cemetery? Will we chisel the frieze images of Moses and Solomon from the U.S. Supreme Court building? Will we cover the image of the Ten Commandments at the National Archives?

Where will it stop?

It won’t.

We must fight to preserve our history, my friends, because there are those who want to ignore and destroy it. We must ever keep the words of Supreme Court Justice David Joseph Brewer (1837-1910) in our hearts: “The American nation from its first settlement at Jamestown to this hour is based upon and permeated by the principles of the Bible.”

I forgive you Pop

2008-11-22T09:48:00.000-08:00

The Winter of 1961 was a cold one. Frigid winds howled outside rattling the windows in the old rental. It was warm under the old feather tick and i pulled it close hiding all but my face. I could see my breath in the dim reflection of the street light and was making a game out of watching the steam leave my mouth. 8 O'clock was bedtime on school days but i was not tired. Our bedroom was above the kitchen. And I could hear Ma n Dad arguing. it was pretty normal. Whenever he decided to come home from the bar there was always some kind of trouble. Ma would do her best to get us up to bed before he got back. And listening to his loud voice happened all the time.
but Tonight it was louder, and Ma was callin names. i covered my head tryin not to listen. hoping that soon it would be over and the house would get quiet. Suddenly a loud bang and the sound of something falling. then more noises and Mom's voice Yelling now "Buck Stop it'', and go to bed"
Then more arguing and more yelling. Then I heard another loud sound and mom crying . I got out of bed and went to the bottom of the stairs just in time to see him hit her with the back of his hand throwing her up against the wall. She got up and he moved towards her swearing and yelling. Without thinking I ran in and jumped on his back begging him to stop. With little effort he grabbed me and threw me off like a rag doll. At 14 I had little more than the will to make this stop. But no power against a grown man. whatever had transpired here it stopped his assault on my mother. But it changed things completely for me that day.
My life up to that point had been very miserable. Dad was a man of discipline. But the booze caused many unfair episodes. I cant tell you the number of nights I sat at the kitchen table until dark because I wouldn't eat my carrots or the beatings I took for sassin back or comin home late.
I remember driving him back from the bar at 14 yrs old. I was with him and he got so drunk I just opened the back seat of the 49 dodge and he crawled in. So I got in and took us home , and home was 20 miles away. There were many, many incidents of abuse throughout that period in my life causing me to carry much resentment and hate for him. But the night he hit my mother my life changed. as I lay there on the floor wiping the blood from my busted lip I made a conscious decision to kill him. He had taught me how to shot the 12 gauge, and I knew where it was. and I knew where the shells were. And a plan began to take place right there on the floor to take his life. I remember no thoughts of concern for my mother or my brothers n sisters, no thoughts of jail , nothing. But it was crystal clear that I'd wait my chance and kill him.
Several weeks passed as I searched for the right way to do it but the determination was solid. and as his drinking and abuse continued it only reaffirmed my decision.
I had a partime job in a gas station, and was filling a car when the ambulance went by as it had done many times before. But this time I got a very uneasy feeling in my stomach. A few minutes later a friend drove in to tell me that Dad and my brother were just in an accident and i needed to hurry to the hospital. When i got there Dad was dead and my brother was receiving treatment for cuts n bruises but would recover.
Three days later , at the funeral. I was told that now I was the man of the family and I should greet people and help them down to the casket. I remember standing back at the door and saying ""You SOB, you had me doing your bid when you were alive and now I'm expected to take your place here."" So much hate was in me that I wanted nothing to do with him.
I'm 61 now, And I love my Dad. But it took receiving Jesus Christ to get me to let go of the bitterness that consumed me. I need to tell my kids I love them because its something I always wished for and never got. I could never share with my Brothers and Sisters. They were younger and never saw his wrath. So it was my burden, my secret.
My Dad and I missed many good times, and we cant get them back. But He fought in a tough war to keep us safe and the resulting trauma made him drink to hide the pain. I know that now. But the booze took away those chances. And changed Him . He grew up in a bad environment, and walked life with what he was givin. He made some bad choices, but now I see that I've made some too. If I watch a movie were a dad hugs a son, I gotta turn away because the hurt is right there and all consuming . All these years and it still hurts bad. The tears flow again as I write this, so many years later. And I have to wonder what I would have done If He would have not gotten killed.
I'm a better Dad because of him. My values were shaped because of him. And I lift Him up in prayer now, hoping God will give him another chance.
Society views things differently. we like to point at pedophiles, killers, rapists. it makes us feel better I think. But God says sin is sin. And that pen I stole from the bank, or the time I turned my eye to a person in need, Makes me equal with them all.
I love you Pop,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

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2008-11-21T17:19:00.000-08:00

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Christmas Week, Minnesota 1980

2008-11-18T16:32:00.000-08:00

I heard the "Whoosh!!~!" as the glass flew past my ear . Splinters sprayed in every direction as it hit the shelf above the stove tossing spices and little bottles everywhere. Out of habit I ducked again , expecting she'd adjusted her aim and centered on the back of my head. Thirty years of marriage had fine tuned her skills and I cowered in submission to her angry charge. Her words hateful, the volume loud. Delivered with the force of one who was intent to kill.

I know my place, I've learned it well. when the Indian part manifests itself I'm all done. So I raised the white flag and began to mutter the honey baby snookums stuff that has sustained me throughout the years. I watched her face, not attempting to move until some of the color returned. When she put the fryin pan back down I got up and moved carefully towards her, keeping the back door free to my right. Chancing fate I placed my hand to her shoulder hoping to calm her fury. Then gently, carefully led her to the one chair that had survived the battle.
And then, as if by script here came the tears. How does she do this? How can she be Raging Bull's mother in law one minute and in a twinkle sit hear blubbering like some lil sick puppy??
In all these years together you'd think I could get a grip on this but here i sit ready to do her bidding and this just after experiencing her terror.
And all this because our son is snowbound on a farm 20 miles away. This is

Minnesota and winters get rough. Common sense tells you to wait out the storm. The radio n TV are both saying NO travel, danger, stay home. But Mama wants her son here on Christmas Eve .
Now just for clarity I re read the above account and its possible I may have embellished or even added a facet or two to the events leading up to this point. I have been known to get carried away from time to time. But lets move on.

To begin with Minnesotans live in snow 4 -5 months a year. As a result survival was something dad taught you somewheres between kindergarten and first grade. We know you can die outside very quickly if you cant stay warm. And we've seen and heard the stories of those who tested Ma nature unprepared. We are also a people who play and work outside throughout the winter months. I said all that so you 'd give me a little credit when I decided to go after my son that night in a near blizzard snowstorm.

Twas the night before Christmas an I and my friend, set out to the ridges and over the glen. The snow wazza blowin, the roads a big mess, my mind was a jumble of doubt I confess. We took my old Chevy all loaded with stuff n set out to get him our fuel just enough. The north wind was howlin the snow just a mess to stay on the roadway was any ones guess. My friend gripped the dashboard and stared thru the snow while I wrestled the Chevy to the place we would go. When we got to the hilltop we started to spin for the snow was much deeper and we bucked a strong wind. I tried to move closer but the drifts were to high, sat back in my seat and gave a huge sigh. Outside the fogged windows a huge winter storm that shook the old Chevy as we tried to stay warm. As we peered thru the darkness and started to talk the decision came quickly that I'd have to walk. I knew we were close but the drive way was long , in a snow storm like this one things can go wrong. So I zipped tight my snowsuit and pulled on my gloves, grabbed hold of the handle and gave it a shove. The door latch was open the snow blasted in, I tossed some at junior then left with a grin. The darkness was creepy, the snow deep and white, my eyes still adjusting to the cold winter night. I looked toward the farmhouse thru eyes blind from snow and off in the darkness a small yellow glow. I made my way closer keeping watch on the light that would give me direction thru the cold winter night. As I walked even closer I was moving up hill and it puzzled me fiercely but I kept going still. Then all of a sudden the snow gave away and I found my self falling till below there I lay. When I gathered my senses and wiped my self clean, I was standing be side a road grading machine. The strong winds had drifted the snow to its top and buried the whole thing till the blizzard would stop. Heading on to the farmhouse I gathered my son then back to the Chevy this time on a run.
When we walked in our doorway, my brood gave a cheer for we'd all be together at Christmas this year. The moral I guess could be construed many ways , but a fun thing it's not on a cold winter day. But I'm in her good graces and I'm off of her list, my plates on the table, and my forehead she kissed. While its still kinda early I'll bid you good cheer and hope that your Christmas is merry this year. A. L. R.

Be Blessed this day

2008-11-17T06:18:00.000-08:00

Life has taken a couple extra turns on me. And that yellow legal pad that used to remind me of where i was headed is somewhere in a drawer, pages by now both wrinkled and faded. My purpose now is caregiver to a very tough Lady. Some days long and tedious, others none Eventful and mundane. At any rate I have a lotta "thinkin" hours.
My prayer closet doubles as a bathroom, my seat a throne in its own rite. And In the early hours me n God talk. He does a lot of Listening, While I try to give Him good advice on how this stuff should go. Sometimes, if I can remember to stay quiet , He'll try to give me His View. And I've learned over the years that He's pretty wise. A while back, on one of those "pity Party days. our conversation got pretty heated. And I remember shaking my fist at the ceiling, telling Him I didn't see Blessings goin on here n if He thought I was then He should show me. He answered with Silence as usual, but very soon revealed to me how wrong I was.
He's an awesome friend. and I'm always amazed at His timing. I've been feeling down the past few days, wondering on this thing n that with concern that I'm doing His will. And today I'm blessed, flooded once again by the many many blessings that are mine. Blessing that I know I don't deserve.
At this very moment there are those in turmoil, The Homeless, the sick, folks struggling for just one more day. A lady next door, who struggles just to take a full breath. Or an old Gent up the road who fights for enough strength to lift himself from his chair.
Every week for years I watched hundreds of folks move through the cancer clinic, each burdened with a cancer. Each returning for yet another treatment, knowing full well it would mean more sickness, vomiting and weakness just for the chance at a few more days here.
We don't have to look far to see that life could be worse than the place we stand. But often we forget and get wrapped up in our little space, our little issues.
We need to remind ourselves that things could change in a heartbeat and its only Gods grace that has put you were you are. And that our status can change at anytime.
Today, my Son and Daughters are healthy and Productive, my Grand Babies well, obviously they are the cutest, the best and smarter than all the rest. The house warm, the cupboards full. And my father owns the cattle on a thousand hills.
Much of the world stands in fear of, the Economy, World peace, and the Job that pays the bills. But God remain in control, with a plan that Biblically has been correct since time began. And until he begins to worry I'm gonna leave it be. I have his promise that He will carry us through.
Be blessed this day. Reflect on what you have and where you are, and consider where you could be. Gods very best SSNUFFY

Just A typikal, normal weekday, Nuthin spechul,,,,,,

2008-11-14T19:48:00.000-08:00

One of my most speshul fantisies is to sneak a loaded 357 into my bedroom and hide it carefully under my pillow. Then crawl in ,get comfy n drift off to sleep. in the Morning, when that agggrivating alarm keeps ringin n ringin I drag that baby out n blow that sucker right through the bedroom wall. Mmmmmmmmmmmm,,, just once. I think it would feel just awesome.
Now thats probably a bit extreme but it was honestly one of my dreams as a young fella, and even today I still feel it would feel perdy darn good.
Lets go back to that Pillow and that contented, warm cuddly feeling just before the alarm. Your bodies rested, rejuvenating as you sleep , and your Immune system has done it's best . It could have done better if your pillow had not been cleaned with detergents laced with formaldehyde. but as you breathed in slumber It struggled , filtering toxins from your lungs. A quick shower in the nice soft water leaves your skin covered in a light film of salt, the soap and shampoo more bleaches and formaldehyde. A little deodorant, some hair gel and off to the kitchen for a quick breakfast while all those mouses n creams n jels ooze in thru your open pores.
no time for a real meal so it'll hafta be bleached white bread, or a Bagel loaded with MSG. or maybe a bowl of processed cereal with Bleached white sugar. Msg is a concoction created by scientists to give lab rats huge appetites. And its found in many many foods under several different names and is not regulated. and on top of that its all DOCUMENTED!!!
So as you trot off to work, or the gym your body is on full alert as your Immune system kicks into overdrive to stop the toxins oozing in from your head arms, underarms, face n hair. sending more little fighters to lungs to continue that battle while yet some more little guys try to head off the junk you've just introduced to your stomach.
This fight goes on, trying desperately to gain on things before lunchtime because It knows from experience that there's more to come.
And sure enough a hurried lunch of a couple hot dogs n a diet pop. hotdogs are made of whats left in butchering. scrap , fat, grizzle n trim n a lotta "stuff" that yu don't wanna know about. Itz all ground together with couple nasty binders an placed quaintly in a cute lil weenee skin. The bun is white bread. lab rats will die in a week under a total diet of white bread. And diet soda's contain Aspartame which is a great ant poison. If yu got ant problems get yu a bottle of aspartame. And Aspartame, yeah, it too comes by many different names.
We are not gonna go into Dinner , as by now you should be getting my drift. By now your Immune system is overwhelmed and begins to lose ground. and this?? , just one day in most of your lives. And these days, one stacked on another, break down the system God provided you with to sustain you and fight disease.
IS it really any wonder that one in two now are getting cancer??
We need to become aware of the things we are using. And we need good effective supplements to help boost out Immune systems. I have no purpose in this except to share what we've learned in this 12 yr struggle. you can reverse this by yourself before you have to do it to survive. If I can help please ask. Thnx SSNUFFY

SHAKE IT UP BABY !!~!

2008-11-13T18:07:00.000-08:00

I have soft spot for patients with heart issues because they are Dealt a doublewacker. Most are told to alter their life style And stop using salt for the rest of their lives. As Far as I'm concerned eating foods that taste like the good part got left in the pan sucks hose water. So, before we throw that baby out with the saltwa, er,, welll,, bathwater lets look at the issue of salt thru sombody elsez Eyeballz.
Processed salt is washed, then heated, then washed again with BLEACH so it looks perdy. Then Iodine is added just in case yu fergot yours. Then its tempered, and an anti-caking agent is added, then a drying agent. heat destroys minerals, bleach is a poison, and the drying/caking agents are also chemicals. I have to wonder if the salt is really the culprit. by the time that salt gets to you, its tired at best.
CELTIC SEA salt is my choice.
This traditional style of sea salt is harvested in true Celtic fashion. Taking the salt from clay ponds ensures the high mineral content. Naturally moist, these crystals dance on the palette leaving earthy notes. Paired with fresh ground pepper, this salt is perfect for seasoning meat and fish. Certified organic in France by Nature and Progress, this salt is perfect for everyday use.
It's harvested by hand and dried in the sun, and its not cheap. but toss some on your tongue and actually taste the minerals that come along free. Free of chemicals a low in sodium content but packed with the natural powers to embrace the immune system and promote healing.
SO many times I've heard the comment "well yeah but, it's expensive""and my standard answer is,,,, YEAH it is ,, and So is Treatment'' INVEST in your health,, because your worth it,

OH !!!,,,,,,,,,,,""MY GOD!!~!~""

2008-11-13T09:39:00.001-08:00

Goin Organic was a an awful experience. And very early on I was totally convinced that this would be one of the toughest transitions I've ever attempted. We have a "local Co-op" and that was the place to go for Organic foods. But my first trip inside was like a scene from StarWars in Mayberry. A blast of strange smellin air nearly took me off my feet as I swung the ancient 3 paneled door open. The floors were unpainted wood and hundred years old, the Counters Were hand made saw horses with sheets of trimmed plywood set on top. wood crates held the special items and most items were serve yourself with little brown bags to carry your purchases. A tank of bulk honey sat in the corner, the spigot oozing honey drippings into a plastic pail cover on the floor. A bulk peanut butter tank sat next to it, a two foot spoon sticking from the cover and empty Mayonnaise jars in a cardboard box beside, provided for your convenience. Two check out stands were available. A young fella with green hair , s&m black diamond studded leather wrist cuffs n full body Tattoo's stood at one and a young gal stood at the next, her nose held 3 diamond piercings, her ears many more . A bandanna and wrist cuff set off her red flannel shirt partly covering her scuffed n worn blue jeans with checkered patches and 8 inch lower cuffs.
It was a "colorful" place both in sight and smell. the mix of foods coupled with the sharp scents of a couple dozen Herbs bombarded me as my eyes began to water and burn . I was here to learn so I stuffed it all and began to "shop." There were many strange and new products so I bought a few I figured I could use. Then towards the back was a couple kettles of steaming soup and crackers. i wasn't real turned on by the smell so I took a little on a cracker,,,,,,, and that's when the reality of the whole thing hit me, right in the taste buds ,, OH MY GOD!!~! where do I Spit!!?? Well truthfully , what do I do?? I have a mouthful of the most awful "Stuff" i have EVER tasted in my mouth, in the store. ,,, and its not getting any better. What do I do??
Finally , I swallowed the "juice"then found a napkin, or two and put the whole mess in my pocket. I quickly checked the sign thinking maybe it was left over pig swill but no, it was called black bean Medley. It was then and there that I said I'm going to die of cancer and feel I've picked the lesser of two Evils. As I hit the parking lot I carefully pulled the nasty napkins from my pocket and tossed it in the trash before it ate through my jeans.
Well, I moved beyond that experience learning after that those folks just liked different Stuff than I did and they surely could have it. and I began to use formula's, or recipes from my own stock to transition the foods I like into their Organic counterparts. Organics will cost you a bit more but you take home a pretty solid promise that its good clean foods lacking the poisons that are causing most of your doctor visits.
today we enjoy many of our favorite recipes only in a more pristine form. And I'll share one here today. My life's work has been as a professional Baker /Chef. While baking has been second nature to me in a commercial setting , I have a very hard time cooking at home. I'm used to 180 quart bowls as big as a washing machine. So a one quart or two quart just seems so small.
So Ill finish this with both a formula, and a recipe just for giggles.. Enjoy A. L. R.

White bread 120 loaves

2 pounds of Salt
4 pounds of Sugar
6 pounds of Shortening
4 Pounds of yeast
8 gallons of water
6 pounds of milk powder
1 pound of Malt
124 pounds of white flour Bake at 420 degrees for 35 minutes

Organic chili Sunday batch,, 4 quarts

brown 1 pound grass fed chemical free lean hamburger
add to it one lg onion, 2lg or 3 sm sections of garlic, minced
add also one heaping tablespoon of Organic chili Powder.
one heaping teaspoon of Celtic salt
and one level teaspoon of coarse black pepper
Simmer all to brown.

In a 4 qt pan
put two 28 oz cans of ground n peeled Organic tomato's
two cans Organic Aduki beans
and one jar , 24 oz. Strained Tomato's and heat to just below boil 200 degree's
When Berger is browned do not drain, but add to the 4 qt mix.
mix well and simmer 30 minutes.

Batch is large enough so I freeze half Enjoy

HMMMMM !!~!~

2008-11-12T09:33:00.000-08:00

Spread the Stupidity

Only in America......do drugstores make the sick walk all the way to the back of the store to get their prescriptions while healthy people can buy cigarettes at the front.

Only in America.....do people order double cheeseburgers, large fries, and a diet coke.

Only in America.....do banks leave both doors open and then chain the pens to the counters.

Only in America.....do we leave cars worth thousands of dollars in the driveway and put our useless junk in the garage.

Only in America......do we buy hot dogs in packages of ten and buns in packages of eight.

Only in America.....do they have drive-up ATM machines with Braille lettering.

EVER WONDER ... Why the sun lightens our hair, but darkens our skin?

Why women can't put on mascara with their mouth closed?

Why don't you ever see the headline 'Psychic Wins Lottery'?

Why is 'abbreviated' such a long word?

Why is it that doctors call what they do 'practice'?

Why is lemon juice made with artificial flavor, and dishwashing liquid made with real lemons?

Why is the man who invests all your money called a broker?

Why is the time of day with the slowest traffic called rush hour?

Why isn't there mouse-flavored cat food?

Why didn't Noah swat those two mosquitoes?

Why do they sterilize the needle for lethal injections?

You know that indestructible black box that is used on airplanes? Why don't they make the whole plane out of that stuff?!

Why don't sheep shrink when it rains?

Why are they called apartments when they are all stuck together?

If con is the opposite of pro, is Congress the opposite of progress?

If flying is so safe, why do they call the airport the terminal?

DAD & MOM, WHATS THE COST??

2008-11-11T15:54:00.000-08:00

A while back I got word that an old friend was in financial trouble. He owned a farm not to far away so we took a day to go visit. We had a great time, we shared a meal and the girls talked. And Fritz and I took a wonder around the barnyard. Times were tough He said and the money just wasn't streachin , and soon it would be time once again for winter feed and the cookie jar was almost Empty. It was one of those rare Moments When I didn't have an extra sack of cash or I would have slipped ole fritz a few thow. So we just sorta let the conversation drift off in another Direction. After a hug n a blessing we left Fritz n Gloria and headed home. And Of coarse on the way home I had all the answers. And more than likely given the chance i could have turned that lil farm around in no time flat. I'm a good finger pointer. For some uncanny reason I kin see lots of peoples problems. I don't know why that izz I'm just good.
On the day that jesus Went up to be with the father He said somethin like, " Be cool ya all "
I'm not gonna leave you by yur lonesome, I'm gonna send a comforter, The Holy Spirit. He will help you while I'm gone. And Sure enough, When I gave my life to Christ very soon after, I learned that I had company! If my squirrly little mind gets off in areas I shouldn't be a little fella sits right on my left shoulder, n whispers in my good ear. Now I gotta tell ya I don't always listen to him, cuz he whispers. And I feel like maybe I kin git away with stuff by sayin things like I didn't hear im. But I'm finding that doesn't work to well.
So back to my story. I'm tellin my wife as we drove along that ole Fritz was messin up bad. and I could see clear how he was wastin his money. He Had three Tractors, one for this and another for that n one just for a spare. Just look at the money he's wastin right there. And as I'm talkin, this little guy on my shoulder just wont shut up. He's jabberin so much I kin hardly keep my story straight. somthin about a speck n a board or something along them lines. Well I cut my story short , mostly because of the confusion and we were getting close to home.
Once home, and in the quiet of my room I realized what had been going on so I prayed and asked forgiveness cuz that's how yu get back on the good side of the little guy. and in his quiet gentle way he revealed to me that I needed to not worry about the speck in my friend Fritz's eye and take care of the board in mine. God has a way of puttin things right on the table so there's no point to question. Yeah, my brother Fritz had some issues, but God wanted me to know that there was plenty right here on my plate to deal with before I found fault in my friend. And Fritz's three Tractors were indeed unnecessary stuff that needed gas n maintenence and were taxing his cash flow . But then my three cars, three TV's two VCR's and Other fancy toys made me no better off and maybe worse.
Its all fine if we can "afford" them. But we go to great Extremes in making excuses in that department.
Recently My Daughter decided that having a daycare was not her thing and decided to get out of it. When she told the young Moms that this was her last month I'm told the tears flowed like water. The Mom's, already stressed by having to leave two yr old Babies with someone else , now would have to find another sitter and get the kids re-adjusted ,,, again.
And As I thought about that I had to wonder how many of those Mom's really needed to be out working. Who had demeaned the job of Motherhood and reduced the responsibility of teaching and raising our young to a part-time position. And how many are out there just so we can have more toys.
Mothers have been stretched so thin. They are now asked to bare the children , watch them in the off hours and put in an 8 or 10 hour day besides.
That wasn't Gods plan. Women hold an honored place. And mothering a most important roll. TO place a baby in the care of others during his formative years makes little sense unless its absolutely necessary. And I'm afraid new homes n new cars or new toys do not qualify.
We've become a people grabbing for more "Stuff" that's costing us much more than we realize.
I have sincerely tried throughout my life to reach for my million. but it never happened. We've seen both good and bad times. A while back our kids were asked to tell what the most fun time in their life was. When they shared it I almost choked. In the 80's the Economy dumped. And I was forced to close our Bakery. With very little money and winter approaching I found an old Abandoned farmhouse for 50 bucks a month rent. So bad I had to work for days to get it cleaned up, water running and holes patched up. I dragged an old potbelly stove up to the house from the pig barn, and hooked it up for heat. For Christmas we threaded popcorn and trimmed a tree I cut up on the hill. we made ornaments and made each other gifts. And After living in Nice places , eating very well and owning our own Bakery The kids picked this dilapidated old farm house as the best time in their lives!!~!
When asked how that could be , the answer was becaause both Mom n Dad were home. At another time and place some years back I was whining to my pastor that God was not providing and my poor kids were having to eat Macaroni 5 days a week and it was sooooooooo aweful. And A wise young preacher set me in my place by saying "come on now, admit it. Your the one missin the steak. The kids are just fine with the Macaroni as long as you are here with them. He was right on, it took me a few days to get by that, but the little guy up there on my shoulder just kept whisperin,,, come on now,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Getting back to basics is not that tough, and it solves a whole lotta problems. It allows time to remember how much in love you once were, even free's up time to smell the flowers, make some popcorn, or share a movie.
I was the fool, My value system never came together until my kids were gone. Hopefully you have time and the wisdom to take another look at where your heading.
What are you reaching for? And what is the real cost to those you love? There is ahead of you a time when your options will be gone.
Stress and Worry are huge factors in getting sick. Our Diets another factor. The figures say one in two will get cancer. That puts this in your backyard. The New Cancer Clinics are popin up all over. Complete with revolving doors. You don't have to be in that number. If you'll address the issues now. Fear Grips us today as we watch the Economy and wonder which way it will go. Will I have a job? keep my house? There is much peace in knowing that He Who hung the stars has his hand on everything. And nothing will happen without His knowledge.
The most Valuble item we can own is free, and it works. Bow your head and ask a Holy God to help you sort it all out. He Promises to answer...........

IF, Your Gonna GIT SHOT?? yu may wanna "DUCK"

2008-11-10T06:53:00.000-08:00

Everybodies doin it, doin it, doin it, pickin their nose n chewin it, chewin it,, NO NO!!~! You need to excuse me,, I git goin on a lil "diddy" and cant stop my self. Some say its the kid in me. Others, well they say things that have never really bothered me much.
But to get back to my original Mindset we need to address the Flu Shot. Tis the season, and everybody is "doin it" You hear it all over the place , Did yu get your shot yet? I hear plenty and am preached at constantly as I've never taken one. Until we began to really learn about Medicine and synthetic drugs Our cancer battle was all one sided with cancer and disease winning. . And as we began to understand, and look at issues from outside the little box we were in our life issues began to change. The Flu Shot contains Thymerisol, a mercury based drug . If you remember your chemistry its poison. A while back, it got a lot of Press as more and more information was exposed. And I'm told that in some areas you are offered a Thymerisol free shot. But I personally don't trust these fella's. They were trying to dump poison in me before, n my bet izz whatever preservative they decided to use now ain't much better. Formaldehyde is widely used as a preservative because its cheap. And its found in everything from jel's and handcreams to baby shampoo. folks who would intentionally do that, and not tell us don't give a rats butt about my life or my health.
It's now been 7 or 8 years since I started taking real supplements. Before that time, I could count on at least a couple nasty colds and for sure one good week of "da Flu". Now get this line for sure. SINCE that time, I get NOTHING!!~! Yes you heard me correctly , Nothing. Oh I may get to feeling a little draggy or achy, and if I do I literally run for my supplements. I hate being sick. Its not fun. So why not avoid it if its possible. And I'm here to tell you it's possible.
A Vitamin is NOT the answer. most Vitamins enter the stomach and stop there only to idle until you pee out most of the goodness, yeah, I couldda said pass it or Urinate but I'm inta fun and shock, Hey!~! Maybe I'm an old Shock jock!!~Well, at Any rate I like to have fun. It's Gods Medicine. But a vitamin, or supplement needs to have an Enzyme attached to move the goodies through our cell Walls and structure it so it can be absorbed by the Immune System. ( I've been doin my homework ) In fact Many of the States Carry a Provision that requires Septic System pumpers to screen their "dumpings" to catch all the lil plastic capsules that have not absorbed. I personally Have decided that Melaleuca provides my best choice in supplements, and order them monthly because I like their system. I'm sure there are other good ones but these I can understand and I witness great results.
So to finish this up I'm urging You to to think through your decisions concerning the drugs your introducing into your body. There may be a better solution that will do the same as well as compliment an already awesome system that God has provided
Thiomersal (C 9 H 9 HgNaO 2 S), commonly known in the United States as thimerosal, is an organomercury compound (approximately 49% mercury by weight) used as an antiseptic and antifungal agent. It was developed and registered under the trade name Merthiolate in 1928 by the pharmaceutical corporation Eli Lilly and Company and has been used as a preservative in vaccines, immunoglobulin preparations, skin test antigens, antivenins, ophthalmic and nasal products, and tattoo inks

Gods very best your way,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,SSNUFFY

REEEEEL MAPLE SYRUP

2008-11-08T16:27:00.000-08:00

Age Sucks, I don't like it a bit!. I can be happily motoring down into town and the very next minute I gotta pull over and try to remember where the heck I'm going. I feel pretty safe tellin that little diddy here because I'll probably not be meetin any of you. I used to feel pretty cocky rattlin off my Drivers license number, or helping the wife with her Social Security Number but today, remembering where I live is right around the corner. And I'm more apt to work harder at beating the system now that my dear old unkle (SAM) has limited my allowance. stretch as I might there's always Month left at the end of the Money. So bein a crafty old fella I'm always lookin fer ways to trim the fat.
After a tasty Breakfast of pancakes n pure Maple syrup I finished it all up with a fresh cuppa coffee, Organic of coarse, in my special place out on the deck. Spring was springing and the snow was all gone but a few little piles hiding from the sun. As I searched for my first Robin something caught my eye. And as I turned to the north I could see something dripping from the huge maple in the front yard. I walked up close to find sap running in several different areas, dripping onto the leaves on the ground. The return to the deck was a slow trot as the wheels in my noggin began to creak n moan. You see although I'm sold out to buying Organic that $9.98 for a pint of pure Maple syrup has always bugged me fiercely. Those guys were makin a killing on something that God provided free , and I was about to get in on it. Coffee in hand I made it for the computer and Googled "how ta tap a tree" I next went to the shed and fabricated 4 spigots then went with my newly acquired knowledge , and carefully drilled 4 holes. On the pegs I hung 4 ice cream pails and I proudly watched the drip, drip, drip of my syrup. On the way back to the house I chuckled quietly, tickled with myself and my new found wisdom. Like a little kid I could hardly sleep and was up early . From the deck I could see that my buckets were overflowing and I wallowed in the praise I'd get from everyone for all that syrup. But when I reached the tree I saw WATER??,,,, yes water!! Chapter two said I needed to cook it down but Water? I stuck my finger in and tasted and,,, yup, its water.. Thinkin this was the wrong kind of maple tree i went back to the book n read some more, but nothing was mentioned of a tree giving water. Not wanting to call failure I dragged my "water" inside and set it to boil. and for hours i boiled n boiled until all that was left was less than i half inch of,,,,,,,,,,, water. But as i tasted the water it had sweetened . So I got more sap, and more sap and boiled n boiled. All total I boiled down over 40 gallons of water. In the end I had close to 3/4 gallon of pure maple syrup, very tasty but a huge amount of work. I have no Idea what the electric costs for at least 4 days of continuous use but I bet it wasn't cheap.
It was a fun adventure , enlightening and an educational. But I buy my maple syrup now, my wife wont let me use the stove anymore. Well I admit it, it was a little sticky when i was done. And you know, now that I've thought it through,,,, That Reeel maple syrup!! It's perdy cheap!!~!

Jenny's story.

2008-11-06T20:01:00.000-08:00

Many have asked about Jenny's Cancer battle and her struggle to maintain. So I thought it timely to share that as the purpose and reason behind this blog.
Jenny and I are in our 41st year of marriage. both retired, both disabled. Living on a small hobby farm In southeastern Minnesota.
In Late 1996 Jen developed breast cancer. As you might expect that changed things for us quit drastically. Any hopes or dreams were dashed, as life took on a full schedule of tests appointments and treatments in a full out effort to kill the poison that was threatening our lives. After nearly two full years of surgeries, treatments, and reconstruction we were given the all clear and began the task of rebuilding our lives. In early 2000 The cancer had returned and had changed or Metastasized to the bone requiring more Chemo, more Radiation, to once again arrest the progression of the disease. For us, that period, from 2000 to 2005 was a regular weekly regimen of chemo, and radiation with very little progress.
In July of 2006 jenny suffered heart failure in the infusion center while undergoing chemo infusion and was rushed to emergency. Vein blockage required Heart surgery and valve replacement.
6 months later she was placed back on Chemo, with radiation following.
In early 2008 it was determined that the attempts were not working and she was sent home to die.
Jenny is a remarkable gal, with more guts and determination than anyone I've met. Tumors have destroyed her hip sockets requiring that I lift her each day to her chair, then back again to her bed at night. As an avid seamstress her determination is still to be productive . So I fabricated a portable table that sits on her recliner and hold her Various machines . and every day she quilts from her chair. I'm trying to figure out how to put pictures of her quilts up but so far no luck.
12 years of struggle here taught us that all these poisons do very little towards gaining on health. So we started searching for alternative meds and procedures. Its really amazing Whats out there if you care to check on your own. if you get past the drug companies, and the hype dumped on you by the Conventional Med Docs. your gonna find that All cancer is 95 percent DETECTABLE long before the lump stage by a test Known since 1996 called an AMAS test. That was the primary reason why I started my Website www.canceranswersthatheal.com.
We are being sold a bill of goods in my opinion. I watched thousands go through those revolving doors at the Cancer Center in the 12 yrs we were there. And I cannot think of one happy story to tell you.
I can tell you that as a disabled person myself I struggled greatly lifting jen in and out of the van every week for treatments. I can also tell you that several people contacted the American Cancer Society for help for me and they were unable to do nothing. But at the same time they were advertising for an area Manager at a salary of 80 grand, with perks.
And its interesting to note that All major Medical Colleges are fully funded by the Major Drug Companies.
I do this Blog to help others avoid what we went through. And it gives purpose to our struggle. And if it gets you to think on your own a bit it will be well worth the money or the effort to maintain the site
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Jenny sews everyday despite some very pain filled times. She's somtimes frustrated by a mistake or two but forgets that her memory might be hampered by the Morphinr pump thats runs a steady drip for pain control. Yet she is steeled in purpose giving nothing to the disease that grips her body. I'm not sure I could handle her burden , as I struggle greatly with the small part I play in being her caregiver. We know God will provide if we remain Strong and rest in the knowledge that He is in control.
You will be a joy for us if you'll check out your options before succumbing to Conventional Treatment Methods . You'll find that much of the disease we struggle with is rooted and grounded in the bad diets and processed foods weve excepted into or homes. And if you have a moment please leave an encouraging comment to a Corageous Lady, Thnx A.L.R.

MR. President

2008-11-05T05:25:00.000-08:00

Good morning!, To all of you who have Awakened this day, you have been Blessed. I'm reminded of an old Hymn and the words,,, "the air that you breath is just given to you, and He can take it away." As much as we take life for Granted God has an option on this day. if He decides that life is over for you, then it is over, just like that. Scripture tells us there is a number to our days. And no matter where you stand within that number, today is but one of your number. And I think it wise to consider the purpose of your time. God says, life is but a season. And at its end you will be judged.
Yesterday was Election Day, N my guy didn't win. But again today I am still an American and my responsibilities have not changed. I am bound by Christian Principles that require that I get behind our leader. Lift him in Prayer and join the non-partisan effort to move us forward.
History was made as Our First African American person made the leap to the highest office in our Nation. I watched the faces of my black Brothers and Sisters, as the joy of achievement Broke through. And I saw in their tears the Joy of the moment as well as the anguish of many years of suffering. Suffering caused by many who thought themselves better.
The American Dream, as well as Her Success's were achieved through the Prayers and commitment of a people rooted and grounded in Faith in God. That's Indisputable for any who'd care to check it out. America today struggles on many fronts. Burdened by Greed and corruption. And We the people need to get back to basic principles.
President Elect Obama was not my choice. But we the people have spoken. HE needs our Prayers, and support, And We need to be an active part in this Transition.
Never before in our history have so many joined together in a cause. Records set in donations,
participation and poll counts. This is history, and You are a part of it. A.L.R.

A NEW DAY

2008-11-03T16:27:00.000-08:00

I spent or wasted a lot of time this morning trying to think of something with substance to write about. Finally , I gave it up figuring the day for a loss. As I sat on my deck, drinking in some of the last of our Autumn Sun the phone rang. And I was introduced to a man with a heavy heart. He’s seen my website and was reaching for hope for his Mom who had cancer. We chatted a while and I shared what we have learned, and hopefully he went away a little more encouraged than discouraged. We spoke of Mom’s Immune system. And how he needed to get her started on fresh, live foods n water. And how he needed to get her some good Supplements to begin to build her health. Using good organic tea’s to begin to de- toxify her ailing body. And as he hung up I flashed back to Our first days and those awful gut wrenching knots that were instantly there when we first heard the words,,, “YOU HAVE CANCER”
WE play with life, were always going here or there. This needs doing, and that’s coming up, and We need to go here and,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,It all stops at those three little words. I had this man’s full attention because all that “stuff” just took a back seat to,,,LIFE!!!
IT’s appointed unto man once to die,,, and then,, “The judgment” A Scripture most everyone knows but we’d rather not bring it up for discussion.. And we certainly don’t wanna be on the next load headed for Heavan,,,,,or the “Other Load.” Goin due South!!
The fear of God is a healthy respect for his system. And I found out a long time ago that facing your fears brings them forward and allows us to examine and understand. Once a fear is fully understood, most of what was feared is gone.
Bladder cancer grabbed me 7 years ago, and life changed for me. Up to that point , Death was a long ways off. And i'd have plenty of time to deal with it when it came forward. But try as I might I couldn’t leave my thoughts there, and life as I had known it, now took on a new dimension. But I think it’s a good change. I’ve been reminded of my mortality. I’m not going to be here forever. And each new day carries a new value, which I try to weigh with a different scale. We tend to get caught up in things n stuff that really have no tangible purpose except to coddle the mind and create anther bill.
God gave Adam n Eve a place to live, some food and each other. There’s a key there.
I was givin the chance to drive a local “drunk Bus. ” Seems the city saw a need to get these college kids acclimated to night life in the city. Of coarse the generated revenue’s easily covers the bus to get the lil buggers back home to sleep off their ‘good times. So I drove them in and back at Bar close. The “fun” would start about 10:30 every night and I carried a scanner. Kids passed out in cars, at intersections, attempted rapes, Paramedics to alcohol poisoning, kids fighting, kids peeing on the streets, broken storefronts, accidents, knifings, and this,,,, every Friday, Saturday and Sunday night ,,for months on end. There were nights that I had girls fighting in the back of the bus and guys fighting in front and blood from the drivers seat all the way back. There were nights when I’d have to call the police to grab a kid so drunk that he was wandering blindly in the snow, naked to the waist in 20 below zero weather. This is Minnesota, we pick up people froze solid outside in winter if they disobey natures rules. Yet the greed for gain causes us to “educate the young in areas they need little help with. And It’s justified by providing a class on alcohol at school. Who’s kidding who here?
Life begins fairly simple. But we seem to see a need to pile on more "Stuff". And suddenly we are blinded to the simple things that offer peace.
The man I spoke with today is busy. All those important things that filled his day planner yesterday seen pretty trivial compared to saying goodbye to his Mom. And He reaches today for answers. I sincerely hope he finds them.
All things are relative, and everything has a bottom line. The bottom line here is , This is Gods world, scream n wiggle,, shake your fist if you want. I can tell you first hand it wont help. He made the rules that govern this planet. I ran across them my first 40 years. But I’m finding the ship floats much easier if I listen to the Builder.
And I find peace in knowing that even Cancer has to bow to Him unless He allows it’s presence.
The more I research the more clear its becoming that stress is yet another cause allowing our systems to take on disease .
There are revolving Doors at the Cancer Centers, and for good reason. The treatments are not working. Our 12 years going to treatment saw many many new faces, but very few folks leaving healed. Everybody knows a cancer victim or two, that should scare the hell out of you. Do something today to promote healing for your body. If you can't do it alone , just ask here for help. we'll help you put together a plan that you can start at home,, for free . Gods Very best Al Rothering 507-689-2401 or alroth@hbci.com,, or
www.canceranswersthatheal.com A.L. R.

Fried OATMEAL BURGERS

2008-10-31T17:41:00.000-07:00

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.

"THE AMAS TEST

2008-10-31T08:53:00.000-07:00

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, www.tcfnm.com

THE SEASON'S CHANGE

2008-10-29T07:19:00.000-07:00

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
SSNUFFY

MSG, its in almost everything!!~!

2008-10-24T17:19:00.000-07:00

: Slow POISONING OF MANKIND.........
........ A MUST READ FOR PARENTS AND GRAND PARENTS!
]!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 www.pubmed.com <http://www.pubmed.com/> .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

2008-10-24T17:06:00.000-07:00

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, canceranswersthatheal.com, 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,,, alroth@hbci.com SSNUFFY

IT's A Miricle!!~!

2008-10-21T16:55:00.000-07:00

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
ALR

PLASTIC AND MICROWAVES

2008-10-19T19:01:00.000-07:00

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!

ALSO ------------------------------------- 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.

"THE JOURNEY"

2008-10-19T06:17:00.000-07:00

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 canceranswersthatheal.com , one word.
My e-mail is alroth@hbci.com. we can help, and what a privilege it would be to help you avoid Sickness and disease. Gods very Best SSNUFFY

""WHERE's DA BEEF!!~!

2008-10-17T17:59:00.000-07:00

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 "" !!~!~

2008-10-17T17:21:00.001-07:00

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.

A.L.R.

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

2008-10-17T06:24:00.000-07:00

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

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

2008-10-16T07:54:00.000-07:00

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

Read Between The Whines: A New Thing

2008-10-15T15:59:00.000-07:00

Read Between The Whines: A New Thing

Bridging the Struggle

PSST !! HEY BUD !! Wanna buy a bridge ??

LOOKING Back

Jesus!!!! this is so frustrating.!!!!

A three day Journey

Sorry

She Didn't have to die

is it really Peanut butter?

THE STARS N STRIPES ARE TIRED

Looking past the Pain

A PENIS ISSUE

Hello, I'm back

SHE DIDN'T HAVE TO DIE,,,,,,,,,,,,,

Jenny..The Struggle is Over And She has Taken the Lords Hand!

BEHIND YOUR EYEBALLZ

Freedom is NOT Free !!~! R u Willing to Fight???

Swine Flu Scare,, Is it really over?

""OUTRAGED""

the Sting of Death

CHOCOLATE COVERED CASHEWS,,,,n,,GOD

DA BUGS IN YOUR CARPET,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

Raw Milk, Coconut Oil and Raw honey

Gods Pharmacy,,, its AMAZING

""White flour"" ,,,, itza "" LIE!!

I'm mad at God today,,,,,,,,,,,,

"COME ON!!~!< LETS RIDE THE DRUNK BUS!!~!

*** IT'S GONNA GET BAD FOLKs' ES ***

Oh MY GOD!!~!

A Prize Awaits yu, please COME!!~!

RAW FOODS,, RELIEVE'S STRESS n

''WEEDS,, izz GOOD!~!

How Sweet it,,,,,"ISNT"

A nice AWARD

BRRRRrrr!!~! 35 below Zero

Come on!! get on board ~! and get MAD!!~!

FOOD Nuker's BEWARE!!~!

THE NEW STATE RELIGEON

Ageing Sucks!!~!

Guarding against CANCER

"Lets TALK ABOUT BREASTS

"" NOW WHAT""???

Just A Thought...: Thirsty For Your Love

Help Me Help them, Please

Problems with Anti-bacterials

""Passin gas"" izz,,,, well its such a relief

the real story about rudolph the red nosed reindeer

"" R U WhYnin about Smokers too???

""SANTA In BlueJeanz ""

"" MISSING PERSON,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

The Road Back

""THE BLOODY GLOVE""

Serious azza Heart Attack

Atheist Group Challenges National Day of Prayer

I forgive you Pop

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Christmas Week, Minnesota 1980

Be Blessed this day

Just A typikal, normal weekday, Nuthin spechul,,,,,,

SHAKE IT UP BABY !!~!

OH !!!,,,,,,,,,,,""MY GOD!!~!~""

HMMMMM !!~!~

DAD & MOM, WHATS THE COST??

IF, Your Gonna GIT SHOT?? yu may wanna "DUCK"

REEEEEL MAPLE SYRUP

Jenny's story.

MR. President

A NEW DAY

Fried OATMEAL BURGERS

"THE AMAS TEST

THE SEASON'S CHANGE

MSG, its in almost everything!!~!

Getting Started

IT's A Miricle!!~!

PLASTIC AND MICROWAVES

"THE JOURNEY"

""WHERE's DA BEEF!!~!

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

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

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

Read Between The Whines: A New Thing

* IT'S GONNA GET BAD FOLKs' ES *