Archive | September 2013

Anger Can Be A Good Thing

Once I got my dander up, I vented a bit to a few friends (online and elsewhere).  Several people suggested that I might change doctors.  However, I just did this last January.  Besides, who knows what I might get instead?!

SO, I decided to take charge of my own health.  A friend on Daily Challenge (, recommended that I read a couple of books that helped her tremendously.   EAT TO LIVE ( and THE END OF DIABETES ( by Joel Fuhrman M.D.   I checked them out at the  local library to save money.  After reading them, I decided that eating fruits and vegetables might not be a bad thing.   I took the good doctor Furhman’s advice of adding fish twice a week and supplemented with a bit of good oil each day.  I also let myself indulge in some rice pasta and vegetarian cheeses and wraps.  I did spring for a vegetarian cookbook which I highly recommend:   Easy Vegetarian Dinners (Grand Avenue Books) by Dan Rosenberg (  Most of the recipes are AMAZING!   I have never liked cooking but am finding that it can actually be fun!   My husband actually likes most of the recipes and he rarely tastes his food.  He mostly inhales it as he never takes the time to savor much of anything.    This was my first step to wellness and one that would lead to many others.  Image


Taking Charge of My Life


I sat on the examining table awaiting my fate.  My stomach was in excruciating knots.  Doubled over in pain, I grimly smiled as my doctor entered the room.

“How are you?” was the question.

“I’m the same.  Still in horrible stomach pain.  I can’t eat, sleep or get comfortable”.

The test results showed my cholesterol level at 440 and triglycerides were 330.  My blood sugar was elevated but not high enough to indicate diabetes.  The physician looked perplexed and said that she did not know what was causing the problem.  She asked if I wanted a referral to a gastroenterologist and ordered more blood tests on my pancreas.   She told me to use diet and exercise and wished me a good day.

I observed the empty room and almost cried.  THIS was my answer to the endless stricture that was my abdomen?  I felt depressed and abandoned.  When I checked out, I didn’t emit my usual friendly patter.

I drove home, thoroughly deflated.  My inner voice kept saying “What am I to do now?”  How could just changing my diet and exercising possibly help me feel better?  I couldn’t eat anything solid and certainly didn’t feel like exercising.  My physical history read like a third world war scenario.  I was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia, osteo and rheumatoid arthritis, congestive heart failure, Meneiere’s disease, scoliosis,  high blood pressure, generalized anxiety and depression.  I was already on 8 medications. My past history contained Hepatitis A, spinal meningitis, malignant melanoma, and 19 surgeries since 1994.  How was I supposed to get better with all that working against me?

I spent the evening crying and feeling sorry for myself.  It seemed that the medical community did not know or care about what was going on with me.  No one had the answers.  THEN, I got mad!