My Great Breast Cancer Adventure

Time for Another Breast Cancer Post - Great Article

Research Helps Breast Cancer Patients Arm Themselves before Visiting Oncologists

by Barbara Minton, Natural Health Editor

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(NaturalNews) After a diagnosis of breast cancer, most women want to know where they fit into the statistics being quoted to them as reasons for submitting to the traditional toxic treatments being advocated by their oncologists. Scientists in China are helping to further this understanding through research revealing a statistical breakdown of which forms of breast cancer are the most deadly, and which may not be so dangerous. Any woman being pressured to accept chemotherapy, radiation, and follow-drugs can use these statistics to empower herself and more accurately assess where she stands.

In the study, the clinical-pathological characteristics of triple negative breast cancer were investigated.. This type of cancer is diagnosed when cells in the breast lack all three receptors: estrogen receptors, progesterone receptors and human epidermal growth factor receptor 2 (HER-2).

Although these receptors can help fuel breast cancer growth in some cases, they are also indicative of less threatening cancers. Cells that are able to express these factors more closely resemble normal cells, while cells that cannot express the factors have lost resemblance to normal cells. When cancerous cells more closely resemble normal cells, they are more easily returned to a state of normalcy. The lack of receptors makes triple negative breast cancer one of the most deadly forms of cancer.

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Baby Bouchet

Pensive Pup
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Baby Bouchet

I Want to Please You But I Have NO Idea What You're Talking About
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Baby Bouchet

Little Pup, Big Toy
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More Olivia Bouchet (aka Boo Boo Bouchet)

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Boo Boo is now a couple of months beyond three years old, but I swear to you it was only yesterday when that she was shorter in length than her favorite tug toy. Awwwww. 

My Fourth of July Offering, a Day Early

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Here's a little red, white and blue for you. Found this beauty on my back stairs.

Other than this, the start of my supposed "long holiday weekend" has been exactly the same as any other workaday Friday, except that we got no mail delivery to bring a few moments of wild excitement into our lives. I've been sitting in the living room with my laptop, working at this and that, and as I worked I watched a CHILDREN'S movie called Firehouse Dog, or something like that. Why, oh why, did I do THAT? 

Tuesday Graffitti and Clothesline Knot

When not not visualizing, I am visualizing myself visualizing everything I want and need.

Chef Pickle, aka Sarah

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This is Sarah, a member of my writing group, TIAPOS. She's a hot shot chef in Sonoma/Napa and when she's not consumed by cooking, creating recipes for Gourmet magazine, or writing a new cookbook about edible urban plants, she hauls herself over hill and dale to attend our twice-a-month meetings. Her writing is the epitome of "food-erotica." Like another of our group members, Spotty West, she writes a great deal about her childhood in the deep rural South.

Spotty West, aka Eric

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I like this shot of Eric, a member of my writing group, TIAPOS. He treks in all the way from San Leandro for our bi-weekly meetings, often on his bicycle, which I find almost unimaginable. Of course, Eric also teaches kindergartners and first graders in a public Oakland school, which is also pretty amazing and hard for me to imagine. He writes a lot about his wacky, often rural childhood in the South. Also nature and environmental issues. Also writes poems, which he pronounces POE-ehms, or maybe it's more like POE-WEMs.

The Darling Dog We Dote On

This is the Dog We Dote On
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One of the best things about this photo is that you can't smell it. Boy does she need a bath and some Listerine.

Dog with the Wind

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My posts: Cancer post. Dog post. Leaf post. Cancer post. Dog post. Leaf post. Etc. Etc. Etc. Oy. Have I left anything out? Oh, right! Occasional mentions of my vagabond son. Periodic poor me whines, poetic fragments, crumbling urban wall shots.

So gee, why doesn't this blog make me any money?

Just kidding.

Ty Bollinger Cancer Lectures #3 and #4 of 8

Let me preface this YouTube lecture by saying three things:

1. I don't like Ty's tie (understatement).
2. I don't like Ty's hair.
3. I don't like Ty's "howdy doody everybody!", "God says this," and "God knows that" Bible belt preacher style. Ugh. His isn't as bad as some, though, so I am able to listen to him.

And, that said, I think that when you strip away these offensive elements, the man is:

Jack

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Poettwitter

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The only "creative writing" I could muster for yesterday and today were four poetic-y prose-y twitter posts, each limited to a max of 140 characters. I actually like the word count restriction; it's like trying to write haiku, only you get to blindly toss them out into the Twitter Universe. 

The Living Matrix: A Good DVD on New Healing Paradigms

Some of My Flickr Photos of Bernal Heights Are...

...currently posted in the "Neighborhoods" section of 7x7 magazine, HERE.

San Francisco Housepainter/Handyman Recommendation

Jack, of course. This recession has taken a big fat bite out of his work flow. Times are tough. He's licensed, bonded and insured; he's pays into Workman's Compensation, etc...but he has to compete with droves of unlicensed housepainters who can charge less BECAUSE they are unlicensed, unbonded, uninsured, and don't pay into worker's comp. 

Also, Jack's work is better than theirs!

Worry Wart Day

I've set aside today for doing pretty much nothing but worrying, and I'm lovin' it. I get to not get dressed, just schlog around in my hot pink bathrobe. I get to leave the bed unmade, watch NCIS reruns, and, although still working, keep the working at half-mast...doing nothing in an orderly or efficient way. Instead, I get to hop from one tiny task to another, none of them related, gluing them all together with my sticky globs of worry.

Lucky Zen Photo Shoot

 

A couple of days ago Jack, Olivia and I took a brief morning walk up to Cortland, scones & Martha's coffee, then a few blocks roundabout. I took my trusty Canon but was uninspired.

Just as we approached home, I looked down and saw one of my favorite subjects: decaying leaves. These particular leaves were dog urine-smelly, piled next to some corrugated plastic barrier thingie that our neighbor had put in front of a few potted plants.

Something about the way the sun was hitting the leaves made me crouch down and, while Jack and Olivia waited, waddle around in a squat position, snapping away. It took two minutes, max, and as usual I hurried home to see if I had managed to capture anything good. Imagine my surprise when I saw these magical looking images! Jack was even more surprised. Surprise is so good.

My Saturday Night

My Saturday night, now about to begin, was prefaced by my Saturday day:

Got up at 6 a.m. Finished updating the Writing Salon website (except for adding new testimonials, creating several cross-referencing links that are needed but not absolutely essential, creating the schedule of all sessions in 2010, and other stuff that would be nice but can wait a few more days...).