Tuesday, August 5, 2014
I've managed to make it one entire month without oral antibiotics or steroids. (Although I have been using both in my sinus wash.) Go me! When I restarted writing in this blog I decided I would document each milestone as a way to keep me powered through my plight. However, I had a set back last week when I received a call from my Endocrinologist.
I have an appointment this Thursday with the doc to find out what's up. In the meantime, I wait, wonder and worry. What will he say?
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Yesterday the Endo's office called. There was a change in my levels and the doctor wants to see me.
I am petrified to take any bisphosphonates. I tried searching positive reviews of the various drugs. I found nothing but negative ones. Actually horrifying is more accurate. Be sure to grab a box of tissues before reading these page turners.
I have read that another treatment option or osteoporosis is bioidentical hormone replacement therapy. This is the only course that seems to have benefits without horrifying side effects.
If anyone out there is actually reading this blog and has any experience with bisphosphonates or bioidentical hormone therapy for the treatment of osteoporosis or osteopenia please share. I am eager and interested for opinions and insight. Thank you in advance.
Secondly, what do you think of the guy playing Bones in the new Star Trek movies? He looks about as mad as I feel upon hearing that I'm getting called into the Endo's office.
Monday, July 21, 2014
I've been doing amazingly well on my cleanse. I've gotten used to avocado on rice cakes and Metagenic shake. Lunch:greens, cucumbers, zucchini, avocado, bell peppers with lemon and olive oil plus berries. Dinner: some sort of protein, sweet potato or acorn squash and veggies. And another shake or two depending on hunger levels. I even added in a tiny bit of dark chocolate with no issue. My sinuses were so clear that I swore I smelled my husband's fart. He denied it.
But then my mom came to town. So, I've been dining out with her each evening. Sticking to my diet really well. Except last night I ate some gluten at Telepan. Today I'm suffering big time. Ugh. Well, at least I know exactly what made me sick.
Back to my cleanse. Hoping things clear up as quickly as they set back in. Ten steps forward. Three back.
Wednesday, July 9, 2014
I started a medical cleanse Sunday. I must admit the limited diet is making a difference. My sinuses are improving. I'm also using nasal irrigation meds. I visited the ENT today. She took a look and said I look much better than I did two weeks ago. But that I do have some inflamed, swollen polypoid tissues. No polyps. She said to continue doing what I'm doing and add back in the Qnasl spray.
I awoke at precisely 2:12am and heard the birds chirping like mad. I thought back to the story of the Japanese man who would awaken wiht the birds and breath in the fresh oxygen. I was too tired to step outside. I took a deep breath from my bed and feel back asleep.
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
For years I've had a hate relationship with my body whenever I get sick. I hate my sinuses. I hate my nose. I hate my body.
While reading Radical Remission by Kelly Turner, one passage details a cancer patient who noticed that most of the dialogue between patient and disease was one of hating and killing the cancer inside. However, this particular patient did just the opposite. He began to love his cancer and feel compassion for it. He saw the cancer as a part of him. A part of him that was sending him a message that something wasn't right. The cancer was an opportunity for him to make a change. The more love he sent to his cancer, the more easy he found healing. And he did heal from Cancer, becoming free of the disease.
The past few days, when I feel the intense I congestion in my sinuses I've been sending thoughts of love to my body. My sinuses seem to be opening up a bit since last week's melt down. Maybe love works on a cellular level.
Sunday, June 29, 2014
It's 3am. I hear the birds. What is up with them singing and tweeting in the middle of the night? This happens every Spring. I look so forward to the warm weather and long days. But I dread the birds waking me up before the crack of dawn.
While reading Radical Remission by Kelly Turner, one passage details a Japanese man who had stage 4 liver cancer and growths on his lungs. As part of his healing process, he began waking up very early to witness the sun rising everyday. The birds always managed to beat him and were already up singing. Each day he woke up earlier until he finally was able to beat the birds. He discovered that the birds began singing exactly 42 minutes before trees release their oxygen, beginning the process of photosynthesis. This early release of oxygen he realized helped fuel the birds' singing blitz. He did further tests with his pet birds, by releasing oxygen into their cages. The birds would immediately begin singing and slowly wind down.
So, now this makes me wonder if it's the birds that are waking me up or if it's a fresh blast of oxygen from the trees in nearby Riverside Park. Next time it happens, I'd like to throw on some clothes, walk outside and breathe in the truly fresh air.
Friday, June 27, 2014
After accomplishing 18 months of an antibiotic- and steroid-free existence, I seem to have fallen back into the same pattern. The past 18 months have been marked by Biaxin, Symbicort, Prednisone, Omnicef and more toxic substances. Why? What's gone wrong? I ask myself these questions everyday. I eat a super clean predominately organic diet. I don't drink coffee. I have about one cocktail a week. Low glycemic is my theme.
What I realized I haven't been doing is writing in this blog. I revisited the blog the other day when I was running a fever, coughing and completely unable to breathe through my clogged up sinuses. I couldn't believe I ever made it a year without any drugs. I found my original blog post where I celebrated 1 full year of drug-free living. That made me wonder if committing to writing about my plight and promise somehow works at the cellular level. Does writing make me less likely to "cheat" and skip drinking or eating greens? Does it make me feel stronger and more confident that I can overcome this awful cycle I've been sucked back into? Maybe it does work at some subconscious level which I've been ignoring for some time now.
So I'm back. Whether or not anyone reads, isn't really the concern. Reaffirming my commitment to staying healthy and avoiding drugs through writing is my main concern. I'm looking forward to writing about my 1 year anniversary.