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Thursday, June 2, 2016

Bariatric Surgery Encouraged for All Type-2 Diabetics │ Celebrex a Cancer Cure? Forget It! │ Monsanto Being Rightfully Sued

There were some exasperation and heat late last evening after my wife Jack was home and the subject arose of my younger brother Mark wanting to sell the house after he turns 65 in July 2017 ─ he had long retired by then.

Jack seemed for the first time to see the futility of us trying to retain the house by somehow paying Mark for his share, or even of paying him a goodly monthly sum just as a sort of allowance to cover his rental costs if he moved to an apartment.

As I stressed, I can't even make it each year as things stand ─ I am always faced with withdrawing money from my shrinking RRSP, just as I am going to have to do by a week's time.

I explained that our only hope of keeping the house would be if we got both of her sons involved and all expenses were split four ways.

The annual bill arrived today for the home insurance, and it is due June 14:  $1,058.

Property taxes are due July 4:  $2,168.79.  It would be far higher, but I qualify for two 'grants' ─ one as a first-time home-owner; and the other for being aged 65 or older.

And of course, there is always the $1,600 monthly mortgage.

Plus things like electricity, gas, cable-vision, internet, and a house phone (landline).

Mark will bite the bullet this year for those big annual expenses, so Jack's sons would have to be prepared to get involved in a year's time.

Or don't; and end up having to move when the house gets sold, and pay for things like rent, electricity, gas, cable-vision, and internet on their own somewhere else.

I think she went to bed in some mental turmoil.

It was maybe around 12:45 a.m. when we retired.

I had a typical inadequate night's sleep, and decided to get up a little after 7:00 a.m.

I think Jack remained in bed until after 10:00 a.m.

That gave me some time to work on the post I began yesterday at my Lawless Spirit website ─ I've still got at least two days' work remaining before I can publish it.

Jack's purpose in staying the night was so that she could take her two sons today to the Royal Thai Consulate-General in Vancouver so that they could all apply for Thai passports ─ their old ones expired quite a long while ago.

They've all already got Canadian passports.

Jack looked and sounded dreadfully sleepy after she got up and started working in the kitchen, but she had rehearsed last night's housing revelation and predicament, and seemed calmer about things.

You see, our situation is such that ─ due to two remortgagings of the house that my younger brother Mark had nothing to do with ─ the mortgage and its built-in line-of-credit are now so high, Mark would pretty much be entitled to whatever was left of a sale after the bank was paid off.

She and I would profit nothing from it.

This is the big reason she was so upset last night ─ we would be forsaking the house and have nothing to show for it; yet no other option exists if her two sons do not get financially involved in the equation.

But she just had to have the money those remortgages made possible, throwing much of it away on one small Thai restaurant in New Westminster named Pattaya Thai Restaurant that she finally had to yield ownership of in 2012 after about two years; and then a second Thai restaurant ─ this time in Vancouver ─ that she became involved in with two other people.

Speaking of Pattaya Thai Restaurant, it no longer exists.  However, Jack poured her heart into it; and she even had the former owners continue working in it with her.

Check out a few old reviews here and here.  

But the customer base just was not there; and just about every month, I had to help her cover the cost of the lease.

I liked that little place, though.  It hurt us both to have to sell it.  A Korean family bought it and called it something else; and now I think that it may be a Malaysian restaurant. 

Concerning the sale of our home, though, depending on just how much the house sold for, I might profit a wee bit in it by having the bank use sale proceeds to pay off two credit cards Jack and I have with them ─ Jack is the only one of us who has ever used the cards, and she pretty much keeps them 'maxed' out.

I would like to see them paid off and cancelled:  one has a ceiling of $10,00, the other only $2,000.  But it would be great to have them utterly vanquished for good.

If that could be done, there is another bank ─ the one where we made the first remortgage ─ where Jack maintains credit involvement with.  The credit account there is also joint, but she is the one taking advantage.

It would be great to pay that all off, as well; and cancel the whole thing.  I would even be willing to use some of my RRSP money for that.

I want to cancel out any sort of credit accounts that are of a joint nature.

She can then be responsible for herself, for I know that she has managed to get credit accounts elsewhere in her own name.

There is no way that I would live with Jack's two sons in an apartment somewhere ─ they both have girlfriends they constantly sleep with.  I want none of that.

So I expect that Jack would throw in with her sons rather than with me, and I would find myself a cheap room somewhere.

With no need to keep worrying about constant bill payments like I do now, I would have quite a bit of extra cash left over each month from my pension.

I could even regularly visit a bar, if I wanted.

It would give me a chance to finally socialize with people and perhaps make local friends.

However, none of this post-house-sale speculation may be necessary if Jack's two boys give serious thought about the consequences of giving up the house.

So...who knows?

Anyway, as I inferred earlier, Jack seemed to be in better spirits today.

She cooked up some great food; and at roughly 12:40 p.m., she drove off with her two sons to go in to Vancouver.  I expect that she'll remain there and go to work; the boys will then have to SkyTrain it back here to Surrey.

So I am enjoying some 'alone time' this afternoon.

The day has been a mix of Sun and cloud after a wet night.


Here is an old photo of my brother Mark ─ the description beneath it is from the Google album where I have the photo stored:

My younger brother Mark ─ a scan of a photo glued into an old photo album.

All I can offer concerning the dating is that it was likely taken anytime from 1973 - 1975.

If we use the year 1974 as a basis, then Mark would have been 21 years old prior to his birthday in July; and 22 years old after that birthday,

I miss that young guy.  His counterpart today is far less agreeable company.

The notion that bariatric surgery is a treatment option for diabetes patients defies my understanding.

The surgery ruined the life of an old friend of mine when he had it in the late 1970s to reduce his weight.

He tried to return to work afterwards at the Royal City Foods cannery that was then in New Westminster; but his need to spend up to half of his shift sitting on a toilet was unacceptable for his employers, and so they signed him off for a disability pension under the Canada Pension Plan, and he never worked again.

He was little more than about 30 years old at the time.

No one should have this type of surgery as an elective.

It's now official. Doctors can confidently tell their type 2 diabetes patients that bariatric surgery is recommended as a "standard treatment option" for the disease.

That's right -- standard.

Having your stomach resized to that of an egg has just been endorsed by 45 of the world's top diabetes groups. They're talking about one of the riskiest operations out there, and now it will be rattled off by physicians along with diet and exercise.

But you know how these things go. There's always a catch that the mainstream doesn't bother to tell us about.

Because if they did, people with type 2 would be heading for the hills, not under the knife.

I really hate it when I'm right about some things. And this is one of those things.

For years I've been warning you about bariatric surgery becoming the new trend in "treating" type 2 diabetes. Why, the June issue of Diabetes Care is loaded with no less than 11 articles promoting it to diabetics!

And now, it's just been declared as the diabetes treatment of the future by dozens of organizations, including the American Diabetes Association and even its counterparts in China and India.

And like any good infomercial, it's got a big selling point: The surgery might free patients from having to take diabetes drugs.

Sounds good, right? Well, you haven't heard the rest of the story. Because even if you can ditch the diabetes meds, you can then say hello to a long, ugly list of new drugs.

According to bariatric specialists at the Cleveland Clinic, a post-op patient must immediately start up on the most side-effect prone drugs on the market, including a proton pump inhibitor such as Nexium. That will be needed to protect the gastric pouch from ulcers.

If it were just PPI drugs alone, that would be bad enough, but here's where the list starts growing.

You'll not only have a higher risk of gallstones (for that, the Cleveland guys recommend a drug called Actigall that can cause nausea and diarrhea), but ones to treat post-operative diarrhea, gas pains, constipation, and "Reglan and Zofran for nausea and to assist with bowel movements."

Next, if patients don't take the right amount of absolutely essential fat-soluble vitamins A, D, E, and K, they risk malnutrition.

But it doesn't stop there. There's also extra calcium, iron, folate, and vitamin B12. And none of these supplements are optional. They'll be required for life.

And don't forget about antidepressants. Research shows that depression and suicide are shockingly common after gastric surgery. After all, who wouldn't be depressed about having to eat birdlike meals of crumbs for the rest of their life?

Of course on top of all of this, some patients will still need diabetes drugs.

But even if you do get to ditch the blood-sugar meds, don't expect your new life to be blue skies and sunshine, either.

Common side effects after the surgery include urinary and fecal incontinence (what happened to Al Roker when he "pooped (his) pants" at the White House), and a 30 percent increased risk of malnutrition, anemia and osteoporosis. And around 20 percent of gastric surgery patients need additional operations to treat other complications.

Look, if you need to get your blood sugar under control, there are numerous options, including the very effective one of diet and exercise.

But one of them shouldn't be a gruesome and dangerous operation that can take you from the frying pan straight into the fire -- no matter who recommends it.
This surgery would be an incredible windfall for surgeons, general physicians, and the pharmaceutical industry if every diabetic could be hoodwinked into having the dangerous procedure!

Believe it ─ you will not read any news reports about this new development for diabetics that will be critical of it.  Those sorts of details are not released to the press.

Just check out this incredibly favorable report:


Do people not read? ─ or even research just a little wee bit for themselves?

Why do so many blindly accept a doctor's word as gold?

It's a drug that should have been dead in the water years ago.

But now Big Pharma is prowling for millions of new customers instead.

For years I've been warning you about the dangers of Celebrex, Pfizer's blockbuster arthritis drug. It keeps selling like hotcakes, even though it's been linked to deadly heart attacks and strokes.

Now, researchers with deep drug company ties are claiming Celebrex could be the next great cure for cancer.

It's a move that will put countless cancer patients in harm's way. And it's built on a big lie that Big Pharma doesn't want you to know about.

By now, Celebrex has seen the inside of a courtroom more than Judge Judy.

Pfizer has paid millions to settle lawsuits over the drug -- including $164 million to its own shareholders over allegations that it misrepresented how safe it is.

And Celebrex is the only "COX-2 inhibitor" left on the market after its close relatives Vioxx and Bextra were withdrawn because of heart attack risks.

You'd think Celebrex's long rap sheet would be enough for both doctors and patients to steer clear of it.

But now, the Scripps Research Institute is touting Celebrex as a possible cancer cure.

A cancer med that could cause heart attacks or strokes? What could go wrong with that?

In a laboratory study, Scripps researchers said the drug slowed the rate of a specific cancer in animals, and they have high hopes it will do the same thing for other kinds of tumors.

One article is already calling it a potential cancer treatment!

But if you scratch a little below the surface, you'll find out that Scripps has a long and profitable relationship with Big Pharma, and most especially with Celebrex maker Pfizer.

In 2006 Pfizer donated $100 million to the Institute in exchange for first rights to almost half of the discoveries Scripps made using that money.

When the $100 million licensing agreement with Pfizer expired, the Scripps VP of business development was quick to say that the Institute will continue to collaborate with the drugmaker in "undisclosed areas."

Well, I think we just learned what those "undisclosed areas" are.

And the notion that Celebrex is some great new cancer cure isn't just a lie -- it's a dangerous one that could put plenty of lives at risk.

Two cancer studies done over 10 years ago had to be stopped because the heart risks were so high. Several years later, a study to find out if Celebrex could prevent colon polyps instead discovered that the drug can double the risk of serious heart problems.

But, like I said, none of this seems to be stopping the Celebrex gravy train one bit.

It's still raking in billions in sales. And just two years ago the FDA approved the generic version of Celebrex -- celecoxib -- to hit the shelf.

The real risk here is that doctors will start using Celebrex or its generic right away off-label on cancer patients, figuring it couldn't hurt.

But the truth is, Celebrex isn't safe for arthritis, cancer, or any other use Big Pharma dreams up.

That's a lesson that too many innocent people have learned the hard way. And it's important to make sure that you or someone you love isn't next.
Here are a couple of other reports strongly touting Celebrex in the area of cancer treatment:

Common Pain Medication Could Slow Cancer Growth


I hope Monsanto get buried ─ they're monsters!

Could three of Monsanto's best customers finally bring Roundup down for good?

For years I've been telling you about the health risks of Roundup -- Monsanto's billion-dollar weed killer that is sprayed all over GMO crops.

Now, three Nebraska farmers are claiming that Roundup gave them cancer, and that Monsanto spent years hiding its risks.

It's a bombshell lawsuit that's already exposing some ugly truths about Roundup -- and how it's putting all of us (especially our children) in harm's way.

Larry Domina is a family farmer in tiny Cedar County, Nebraska.

Four years ago, his world was turned upside down when he learned he had non-Hodgkin's lymphoma.

And he's certain that the Roundup he used on his crops caused it.

Domina is one of three cancer-stricken Nebraska farmers -- and one soil scientist -- who are hauling Monsanto to federal court, claiming the company covered up Roundup's links to cancer.

They shouldn't have a hard time proving that case, if you ask me.

According to the lawsuit, Monsanto promoted rigged studies and ran a massive "campaign of misinformation" to make farmers and consumers like us think Roundup was safe.

Not just safe -- but, Monsanto claimed, safe enough to drink!

Well, I don't know if they got too many takers on that. But it looks like you don't have to drink the stuff to have it in your body.

A test launched by the Detox Project and the Organic Consumers Association found 93 percent of Americans tested positive for glyphosate (the active ingredient in Roundup) in their urine.

And the highest levels were found in children!

We're talking about a chemical that's been found to be a probable cause of cancer by the World Health Organization. When lab animals were exposed to Roundup and Monsanto's GMO corn, they developed severe organ damage and deadly tumors the size of ping-pong balls.

Scientists have been sounding the alarm bells so loudly about Roundup and the genetically modified crops it's sprayed on that it's a wonder we're all not deaf.

But it looks like the ones who are really deaf are working at the EPA. I told you at the end of last year that the agency was on the verge of approving another chemical formulation that also contains glyphosate.

It's called Roundup Xtend -- the X factor being another horrific herbicide added to the mix.

I've been warning you about Roundup from the get-go. And legions of people across the country have picketed and protested for labeling of the GMO food drenched in the stuff.

But while we can demand GMO labeling until the cows come home to the Roundup-sprayed fields, the best defense against this poison is steering clear of as much of it as possible.

And you can start doing that today by taking these three steps:

Step 1: Only buy products containing organic (or non-GMO) corn, soy and canola, and cane (not beet) sugar.

Step 2: Don't use Roundup, or any other glyphosate-containing product in your backyard or anywhere around your home. And it's in more products than you think.

Step 3: Buy organic products whenever possible -- especially those containing wheat, lentils, peas, dry beans, flax, oats, barley and potatoes. Roundup is often sprayed on those crops as a drying agent just weeks before they are made into products (think cereals, bread and soups).

This isn't the first time Monsanto has been sued over Roundup, and it certainly won't be the last. But something tells me that these Nebraska farmers mean business, and I think we're going to be hearing a lot more about this case.

I'll keep you posted.
Here's one other report about those four victims suing Monsanto:

As far as I'm concerned, Monsanto is a scourge whose every trace should be eradicated from the planet.


This damned ol' mouse was at play while the collective cat was away, but one of them returned in the nick of time.

I'm still not clear, though.

At any rate, I am now rushed for time due to that squandering of what I had earlier, so I am going to close now with an entry from my journal of 41 years ago when I was 25 years old and living in a basement housekeeping unit in New Westminster.

The day before, I wrote in my journal of having what I described as the worst sunburn of my life, and I even started descending into some shock that evening.
MONDAY, June 2, 1975

I got up before 6:00 a.m., but awoke time and again throughout the night whenever it was necessary for me to change position.  I even ran some mild water over me in the shower as I soaped those parts of me needing it.

I have laundry and shopping I should do this clouded day.

I got out at 8:30 a.m. to do the former, then walked over to see if Uptown's was open; it didn't appear so.

Back at the laundry I found myself sharing the place with two others.

I later went to Woodward's where I bought what I hope is a good pair of jeans.  Tandem by GWG at $11.79; I bought two money orders also:  $2.50 Canadian for a Western ticket; and $5 American for the Howard fanzine Cross Plains ─ a six issue subscription.    

I've been looking for a good comb, but have had no luck.

I stopped at Uptown's for tomatoes, then came here.

Next at London Drugs I was obliged to buy a long comb I suppose can be halved to serve my needs.

I went to Safeway but only bought two bars of soap.

My next feat was a couple hour lie-down, with some sleep.

The evening saw me very cool-sensitive; and it is awfully painful trying to lie down.

I'll retire shortly after 8:30 p.m.

My back is blistering.
I had to do my laundry at a laundromat, but I now cannot remember where it was ─ possibly on Sixth Avenue near the public library, and thus close to Woodward's that was then located across and just down the street?

I certainly seemed to be getting about that day for someone as sore as I was. 

I think Uptown's market might have been located on Sixth Street, a couple or so blocks down from Sixth Avenue.  But if there was a London Drugs in that whole area, I now cannot even vaguely recall it.

I think there might have been one down on Columbia Street.

Safeway wasn't too close by, either.  I don't recall now just how far over it was, but I believe that it would have been more distant than the New Westminster SkyTrain Station from where I was living on Ninth Street & Third Avenue.

I have no memory of GWG jeans called Tandem.  But the money orders I bought ─ apparently at Woodward's ─ were for a Western Lottery ticket that I obviously was mailing away for; and a Robert E. Howard fanzine called Cross Plains.  

I have said before that I wish I had been able to retain all of the various fantasy fiction fanzines and comic-book fanzines ─ as well as comic-books themselves ─ that I had acquired in the late 1960s through into the middle 1970s.  As this 10-page .pdf that discusses much of the Cross Plains fanzine says: 
Cross Plains is one of the rarer fanzines, now selling for about $50 a copy.
But dire times were ahead for me, and I had to give up so many such precious things.
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