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Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Prostate Cancer Risk Reduced by Near-Daily Sex │ Trans Fats Likely Here to Stay

My younger brother Mark did not show up last evening until maybe 8:45 p.m.

Today is Canada Day, so he did not have to concern himself with getting to bed at his usual time, but I still was not expecting him to be sitting up until 12:30 a.m.

It influenced me to have a fourth can of beer ─ the final left over from the barbecue at my cousin Wendy's property this past Saturday.  Of late, I usually just have three cans of beer in an evening with an 8% alcohol potency, so adding this odd can of 5.5% alcohol-kick did not have much impact.

Interestingly, I cannot now recall if it was around 1:00 a.m. that I got myself to bed...or a half-hour later.

We have another dry, hot day in store around here.


I have a couple of reports from Dr. William Campbell Douglass II that ought to be of interest to any men reading this.

He released the first one about five days ago ─ it concerns ejaculation frequency and a decreased risk of prostate cancer:

Regular bedroom romps slash prostate cancer risk
Looking for a reason to have more sex is like searching for an excuse to eat more bacon.

You don't need a reason or an excuse. Just do it!

But sadly, too many men lose their mojo. As they get older, they might be willing... but they're less ready and able, and eventually sex is like playing football and closing bars.

It's something you USED to do.

Well, friend, it's time to get back in the saddle again -- because sex isn't just something that FEELS good. It's something that's GOOD for you, body and soul, and the latest research shows how it can protect you from one of the diseases men fear most.

The more sex you have, the lower your risk of prostate cancer.

If you ejaculate at least 21 times a month -- or roughly four nights a week -- your risk of developing prostate cancer plunges by 20 percent when compared to men who "do it" less than seven times a month.

This is more than just an "interesting link" because we've seen in before. In 2004, two studies in the Journal of the American Medical Association found that frequent ejaculation will cut your risk of prostate cancer by a third.

But the new study has such strong numbers that researchers say this could be the single most significant prostate cancer risk factor that's entirely within your control.

Of course, the problem for many men isn't that they don't want to have sex... it's that they can't. At least they THINK they can't -- or believe the only way they'll ever take a roll in the hay again is with the help of a risky pill.

Nothing could be further from the truth, because you CAN get back on top in the bedroom, and you can do it without risky drugs.

In many cases, the problem is simply low testosterone, especially if you're past middle age. Supplements such as ram's horn can goose your internal hormone factory and boost your T levels so you're as ready and able as you were 20 or 30 years ago.

In some cases, however, you may need a little more help in the form of natural testosterone supplementation from an experienced naturopathic physician. I recommend a member of the American College for Advancement in Medicine. You can try ACAM's Physician+Link tool to help locate a doctor in your area.

With the pleasure you can treasure,

William Campbell Douglass II, M.D.
As far as I know, there is only an abstract of the study that is available ─ the full study does not yet seem to have been published.

The abstract is titled Ejaculation frequency and risk of prostate cancer: updated results from the Health Professionals Follow-up Study (clicking on the title link at that Web-page should reveal the abstract); it is also available as a one-page .pdf document here.

To be utterly frank, I can barely imagine having coitus almost daily (I am 65) ─ even seeking manual release that often seems overzealous.

Nonetheless, here are some other reports about that study:
Dr. Douglass' second report for men, released about three days ago, seems surer than may be justified:

WARNING: Your next bedroom romp could give you cancer
The sun doesn't cause the deadliest form of skin cancer any more than little boys cause cooties. But like boys and cooties, the sun gets the blame anyway.

Well, my friend, take everything you've heard about your favorite star and toss it out the window -- and into the daylight -- because while there are plenty of risk factors for melanoma, the sun isn't one of them.

If anything, LACK of sun can cause the disease!

But living like a hermit isn't the only thing that can cause your skin cancer risk to skyrocket. New research reveals how men around the world could be increasing their risk right now without even realizing it. It's got nothing to do with spending time in the sun... and everything to do with what most folks do in a dark room.

Erectile dysfunction (ED) pills such as sildenafil, vardenafil and tadalafil -- aka Viagra, Levitra and Cialis -- can raise your risk of the deadliest form of skin cancer, according to the study in the Journal of the American Medical Association.

Just a single prescription for any of the PDE5 inhibitors could increase your risk of melanoma by a third, which raises the lifetime risk of melanoma from 1 in 33 to 1 in 25.

Men who have more than one prescription have a 20 percent increase in risk.

The drug industry is already on the defensive, claiming the risk can't possibly be real.

But what they won't tell you is the very gene that goes haywire in melanoma blocks the same PDE5 enzyme targeted by ED pills. In other words, the drugs are actually HELPING the cancer to shut down what might be its only real enemy inside your body.

Fortunately, you don't have to risk cancer -- or anything else, for that matter -- to get back on track in the bedroom.

In fact, the very thing that's wrongly blamed for melanoma can actually help your sexual function.

Sun exposure can stimulate the production of nitric oxide, which improves the flow of blood. And since no part of your body depends on the flow of blood more than your penis, be sure to get outside each day.

It's the only "solar power" you really need.

If that doesn't do the trick, you don't need a drug. You probably just need a hormone boost. You can goose your body's testosterone production with natural therapies such as ram's horn; if you need more help, speak to a naturopathic physician.

I recommend an experienced member of the American College for Advancement in Medicine. Try their Physician+Link tool to locate a practitioner near you.

With the skinny on skin cancer,

William Campbell Douglass II, M.D.
The study he spoke of is only available for free to the general public in abstract form:  Use of Phosphodiesterase Type 5 Inhibitors for Erectile Dysfunction and Risk of Malignant Melanoma (doi: 10.1001/jama.2015.6604).

I will leave it to you to decide whether he might be correct, and that any of the doubters and naysayers are influenced by the drug industry, for some of the reports seem to emphatically deny any relationship between magic ED pills and skin cancer:
I'm too afraid of the other potential complications ED drugs have been shown to cause ─ I can't imagine accepting a prescription for them, even if I could afford their regular use.

Just a few days ago, I included a report that gave the lie to recent governmental claims that trans fats were being eradicated from the marketplace.

Well, Dr. Douglass is apparently privy to this, as well ─ he offered this editorial about the trans fat lie three days ago:

So called trans-fat 'ban' is just another scam!
I'm practically allergic to government advice on fats -- so when the FDA announced its new "ban" on trans fats with all the pomp of a royal coronation, I had a sneezing fit.

Yes, they have one thing correct: The unnatural, plant-based, artery-clogging, brain-robbing trans fats used in junk foods are every bit as deadly as you've heard.

But if you think they'd really ban this stuff without giving their industry pals a loophole big enough to drive a truckload of Twinkies through, then I've got a bridge for sale.

Yes, friend, this "ban" is a whole lot of bluster -- and nothing more.

What's really happening is an excruciatingly slow "phase out" of partially hydrogenated oils, currently the leading source of trans fats in junk such as snack cakes and fake buttery spreads.

This "phase out" won't be finished next week, next month or even next year. It'll be sometime in 2018 -- and that's assuming it doesn't get pushed back before then.

That gives the mad scientists of the food industry THREE YEARS to cook up a replacement for partially hydrogenated oils, and if it contains trans fats -- as it most certainly will -- it will be perfectly allowable just as it is now.

The "ban" (the name gets sillier with each sentence, doesn't it?) also doesn't apply to other common sources of trans fats such as refined oils, fully hydrogenated oils and emulsifiers as well as additives such as flavors, and colors.

But wait, it gets worse. The food industry will even be allowed to petition for certain continued uses of partially hydrogenated oils in food, and you can bet they will in droves.

To be honest I'm actually fine with the fact that the FDA hasn't really banned trans fats. I don't believe it's any business of the government to tell us what to eat -- and if you want to kill yourself with Ding Dongs, be my guest.

Just don't ask me to pay for your hospitalization or funeral expenses.

What's NOT fine is when the feds write rules that allow food makers to LIE, and that's exactly what they've done here: Any food item with less than 0.5 grams of trans fats per serving doesn't have to list it on the label.

Food makers have already been exploiting this loophole like crazy. One recent survey found that 27 percent of processed foods contain trans fats, but just 2 percent list them on the label.

Many even have the nerve to plaster "ZERO TRANS FATS!" on the front of the package, a legal practice that will continue to be allowed under the new so-called "ban."

So let me give you the easiest no-bull way to avoid all trans fats in all cases, today, tomorrow, in 2018 and beyond: Don't buy junk, period.

Stick to fresh, whole foods such as beef, bacon and butter and you'll get the right fats in the right amounts -- and you won't have to break out your glasses to read the fine print on the packages... because there won't be any.

Cutting through government bull,

William Campbell Douglass II, M.D.
He's right ─ we have to think and choose for ourselves.  The governments are never going to get it right.

Due to my determination to entirely complete and publish a new post at my Lawless Spirit website today, I only had time to sun my back ─ a little over 20 minutes.

It was not planned that way, but by the time I had Holistic Swine Flu II published, I just had no more time in my day.

That particular website ─ one of six I have that I pay to have hosted ─ is one of the two poorest where total visitors are concerned.  In the previous 28 days, both June 18 and 25 saw no visitors whatsoever.

That's discouraging ─ especially since the website has been online since very early in 2010.  In over five years, one would rather expect that a website would have a better record than that.

But as I said, I am low now on time today, so I am going to close now with this entry from my journal of 41 years ago when I was 24 years old, and living in a cheap housekeeping room in New Westminster.
MONDAY, July 1, 1974

I don't recall where I left off ─ probably Friday ─ so I'll risk leaving something out.

I got drunk after work Saturday, and even had a few beers in the Towers after taking off on Art's amorous wife.  I even phoned Georgina, but she was out.

Sunday I did my laundry, bought some literature, and later proceeded to Burnaby Lake for a good sunning (Club International resulted in shameful conduct).  

At night I phoned Mark & Cathy to learn if they would be up yet by the time I reached them; Cathy came and picked me up.  Seems I missed out on a Squamish picnic during the day with them, mom & Alex, and Bill.

Today I have still to pay my rent.

There will be no sunshine.

Art phoned me for the first time; he wanted to know if I knew Esther's number; I wonder how and why Angelina passed it on? 

Mark & Cathy supped me.  At night I managed my weights, but Thursday's tendon (especially my right) isn't yet normal ─ the strain, that is.

I didn't much feel like it, but I walked home.
Back then, I was only working one day per week for a charitable organization in New Westminster called S.A.N.E. (Self Aid Never Ends) that now calls itself Fraserside Community Services Society.

Sometimes, though, I was needed to put in time on other days ─ Saturday that week was one such day.  I helped move one of S.A.N.E.'s other part-time employees I now only remember as Myrna.

One of my co-workers on jobs like that was an older chap by the name of Art Smith.  Often, after work, we got quite drunk.

He was married to Angelina (Angie), and had two beautiful young daughters and an even younger son.

Unfortunately, Art's wife Angie ─ who was only around 32 ─ was becoming uncomfortable for me.  I didn't want to hurt my friend Art, so I chose to disappear as often as I was able without any word of explanation when we were at his home.

The problem was that he always seemed to need to go and take a nap...and these could last for three hours quite easily.

Anyway, after this all went down on Saturday (June 29), I managed to sneak away from his home (and Angie) and I had a few more drinks in the Royal Towers beer parlour at the corner of Sixth Street & Royal Avenue.

It was likely there that I tried to phone beautiful Georgina Junglas, another S.A.N.E. part-time employee with whom I had a powerful attraction.

The following day ─ Sunday, June 30 ─ after laundering at a laundromat, I hiked on out to Burnaby Lake to indulge in some private sunning.  It was quite the walk from where I lived ─ which I believe was at 333 Pine Street.

It seems that I may have taken an edition of girlie magazine Club International with me ─ and succumbed to the models' charms.

After returning to my room, I must have later telephoned over to the home of my brother Mark and his girlfriend Catherine Jeanette Gunther ─ they rented a home together in Whalley.  I would have needed to use a pay-phone somewhere to phone them.

Jeanette ("Cathy") spared me from having to hike over to their place from New Westminster ─ I loved her!

I learned that due to my Burnaby Lake venture, I missed out on a barbecue involving them, my mother Irene Dorosh and her husband Alex, and my old friend William Alan Gill ─ Squamish would have been a great setting for such an event.

The following day (Monday, July 1), while once again at Mark and Jeanette's home, Art surprised me with a telephone call.  His wife Angie had the number ─ I had given it to her because I never worried too much that she would actually be able to find me there if she called.

Art was wanting the telephone number of Esther St. Jean ─ she usually drove the S.A.N.E. pick-up truck that he and I generally worked on (as truck-swampers).  Like he was, she was in her early 40s.

After supping with Mark and Jeanette, at some point I must also have had a bit of a workout at their home with a set of weights that they were housing for me.

I have no idea now what tendon trouble I referenced ─ I never said anything about it in any previous journal entry.

And at then end of that Canada Day holiday, I wound up hiking all the way back to my room in New Westminster.  My  legs got exceptional use!
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