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Thursday, June 23, 2016

Medication Safety ─ Learn of Recalls and Other Tips │ Prostate Cancer Sufferers Reduced Risk of Death by 33% Just by Regularly Eating Nuts │ The Big Statin Lie ─ Study Proves LDL ('Bad') Cholesterol Enhances Longevity

After I had published yesterday's post, I logged into my chequing account online and saw that the RRSP redemption I had applied for on Friday had come through and was deposited ─ I had been cautioned that it could take anywhere from five to 10 business days for the money to show up.

So now I have $2,250 (after a withholding of income tax, for I redeemed $2,500) as a nicely padded cushioning to get me past the upcoming hit of annual property taxes due on July 4.

The monthly mortgage of $1,600 was debited yesterday, but I will be getting my monthly pension sometime next week.

Heck, I'm even comfortable now to be buying my younger brother Mark his usual bottle of Scotch for his July birthday!

My wife Jack made an expected appearance last evening, bringing home some food that she had earlier prepared at Mango Thai Restaurant in Vancouver.

She didn't visit for too long before leaving to drive back to the city, and I was in bed, I think, by 11:32 p.m.

When I was outside to see Jack off, I could feel occasional spits of rain.

It did indeed start to rain awhile later, and continued through the night and late into the morning.  The remainder of the day has been heavily overcast and rather sodden ─ or at least, up to this point in time at 2:58 p.m. as I type these words.

My eldest step-son Tho's car was gone when I rose this morning shortly after 7:30 a.m., so he had gone to work.  Younger step-son Pote was up, but he never had to work until the afternoon ─ he didn't leave here for his bus until the latter half of the noon-hour.

His presence again stayed me from venturing out in the morning to shop for some groceries locally.

Instead I completed most of an edit of an old post I began work upon on Monday at my Siam-Longings website.  I should easily have the task completed tomorrow morning and get the nearly entirely edited post published.

The toll-taking effort was followed by a breakfast/lunch of some of the food my wife Jack brought home last night, and then I found it needful to return to bed just before Pote left the house.

I was in 'the sack' for possibly just over an hour, but I had managed a bit of a restorative nap.

And that about captures the events of my day thus far.

Unfortunately, I won't likely be grocery-shopping tomorrow ─ I want to make that four-mile beer-replenishment hike that I engage in almost every week.


I wish here to post a fairly old family photo ─ the description beneath it is from the Google album where I have the scanned image stored:

My mother Irene Dorosh's husband, Alex.

I would guess the photo to have been taken in the very late 1960s, or during the decade of the 1970s.

I cannot suggest a location ─ it nearly looks like the mill or plant where he used to work, except that the domed roof throws me off.

I can't even remember for certain the name of where he was employed, but his union was IWA.

He worked in New Westminster in a mill or plant near the shore of the Fraser River.  One would leave Brunette Avenue, cross a few railway tracks ─ and there it was!

This brief input was offered from my older maternal half-sister Phyllis:

"[The photo] with the domed roof is in the South."

In other words, she has ventured that it is an American location somewhere.

You must have seen the Post Shredded Wheat commercial where a little girl is having the cereal for breakfast, and innocently asks her mother what it's made of.

At least, I think that I am recollecting the applicable commercial.

Suddenly there's a farmer and his field of wheat magically there in the house, and he informs them that it's 100% natural and “made with nothing but goodness.”

I think that maybe a dairy farmer appears with his milk cow, and maybe even a blueberry farmer who leans against the wall with a hand and embarrassingly leaves a blue berry smudge.

Nothing but goodness!

Well, apparently it ain't so ─ can you imagine?  A commercial that isn't telling the truth!

Tests have evidently revealed that the cereal contains glyphosate ─ the carcinogenic weed-killer and crop dessicant that is profitably produced by GMO giant Monsanto.

That same website offers this warning concerning the intended mandatory Vermont GMO labeling law that is in jeopardy:

Sold Out.  Again.
It’s hard to know which is worse. The corporations that profit from poisoning your food and water. Or the politicians who will happily sell you down the river for a few campaign contributions.

Today, our “leaders” in the U.S. Senate proudly announced that they’ve “reached a deal” on a federal GMO labeling bill. No matter how they spin it—and they will spin it—this “compromise” is nothing more than a handout to Monsanto, an industry-brokered deal intended to legally sanction the right of corporations to deceive you, the consumer.

Today, the U.S. Senate unveiled a bill that, if passed, will overturn Vermont’s mandatory GMO labeling law, and replace it with an anti-consumer bill that allows food corporations to hide GMOs behind QR barcodes and toll-free phone numbers—and gives them another two years before they even have to pretend they are labeling.

What does this news mean for Vermont’s mandatory labeling law? Vermont's law will still take effect on July 1, because Congress has run out of time to get the bill passed by both the House and Senate, and plop it down on President Obama’s desk.

But once Congress returns after the July 4 recess, you can bet your life that Monsanto’s minions in Congress will make it their highest priority to seal the deal on an industry-friendly, anti-consumer, anti-states' rights federal law that will overturn Vermont's law and leave U.S. consumers in the dark.

With your help, we will once again throw ourselves into the battle to save Vermont’s law. To demand the right to truth and transparency in labeling. To remind our members of Congress that they were elected to serve us, not their corporate masters.

We will work to keep the Senate from getting the 60 votes it needs to pass the bill. We will recruit pro-labeling Senators to filibuster, if we have to. We will take our—your—fight to the oval office, and if necessary, we will launch a massive boycott of any food product that isn't labeled organic, grass-fed or non-GMO.

Last week we kicked off our summer online fundraising campaign.

Now, more than ever, we need your help to raise $200,000 by midnight June 30. Thank you for bringing us this far--let's fight to the end.

Donate to the Organic Consumers Association (tax-deductible, helps support our work on behalf of organic standards, fair trade and public education)

Donate to the Organic Consumers Fund (non-tax-deductible, but necessary for our GMO labeling legislative efforts)
If I was well-enough off, I'd donate ─ even though I'm Canadian.  I despise Monsanto and what it has done to the world.


I hadn't thought about it, but most medication recalls don't grab media attention, and consumers at any point in time can actually be taking prescriptions that they absolutely should NOT be taking!

Check out how the FDA issues notifications on recalls:

This week tons of frozen vegetables were recalled from Walmart and other large retailers. Before that it was flour, granola bars and sunflower seeds.

And I'm guessing you heard about these recalls -- on the TV news, the Internet, probably even from your next-door neighbor.

But if a drug you're taking every day were recalled, would you even know about it?

Recalled meds can make you a lot more than sick. They can kill you. And many people don't hear about them in time to take action, if they hear about them at all.

The good news is that it's fairly simple to find out if any drugs you're taking have been recalled -- and taking a minute to check could save your life or the life of someone you love.

Some years are worse than others for drug recalls.

Why, 2010 was called "Recall-o-Rama" by one trade pub!

But if you don't subscribe to industry journals, what are the chances you'll even know about a recall?

Researchers looked at eight years of data from the FDA's two main reporting systems for recalls, finding a slipshod method of broadcasting this vital information. And that puts anyone taking Rx drugs in grave danger.

And here is what's really scary:
  • In that time period, almost two dozen Class 1 recalls -- the most urgent kind -- fell through the cracks and didn't get "communicated" at all.
  • A third of those Class 1 recalls during those eight years involved over 100,000 "drug units" that had been distributed all over the country.
  • Recalled drugs have included blood thinners, cancer drugs and birth-control pills that turned out to just be placebos.
The FDA's response to that was to say it uses "many different methods of communicating" recalls, including texting and Twitter.

Right! Let's all start tweeting with the FDA to get this life-and-death information! Especially when many seniors aren't on Twitter at all!

But, of course, the FDA can only do so much. And that's because it doesn't really have the ability to do anything. It seems that all this time we've been relying on Big Pharma to honor the "honor system."

An expert in the field of public health, Dr. Carl Furberg from Wake Forest University, says that the drug companies are "ultimately responsible because the problem is with them." The FDA, he adds, has no "legal authority to force" a recall.

And that's even true about potentially lethal mistakes.

So, how can you protect yourself?

The safest way, of course, is to take as few drugs as possible.

But most of us find ourselves taking some pharmaceuticals at some point. So to be as safe as possible, always check the latest recall information before you start a new prescription or even a refill. Go to this FDA page and enter the name of your drug in the "keyword" box.

Another way to watch out for yourself if you are on a prescription med, or even taking an OTC one, is to take a moment to look at it after you open the bottle. You may be familiar with the drug's color and shape, so if something looks different about your pills, don't take any chances.

All drugs can be identified by their unique imprint, as well as their size, shape and color. And be sure to double-check the dosage, which is printed on the pills as well.

You can do that at an online pill identifier I found that makes it easy to check on the identity of any drug.

It may seem like a pain, but we can't count on anyone else to think about our safety where drugs are concerned. Those 1-minute clicks just might save your life.


Here is encouraging news for guys who may have concerns or fears of one day developing prostate cancer ─ or who may even have such a cancer:

For years guys with prostate cancer have been told they have two choices.

You can sign on for mainstream treatments like surgery or chemo that could wreck your sex life and leave you in diapers.

Or you can hold off on treatment with a "wait and see" approach that leaves lots of men feeling like they're doing nothing.

But, believe it or not, Harvard scientists say there's now a third option.

I'm talking about a simple way to slash your risk of dying from prostate cancer by 34 percent -- without going anywhere near a prescription drug or a surgeon's scalpel.

In fact, all it takes is one simple -- and delicious -- change to your diet.

I've been telling you for ages that nutrient-packed nuts are bona fide super foods.

Studies have shown that eating nuts can help you avoid everything from heart disease to dementia.

Now it looks like nuts may also be the secret to winning your bout with prostate cancer.

Harvard researchers just wrapped up a study that looked at around 50,000 adult men. And they found that guys with prostate cancer who regularly ate tree nuts (like pistachios, cashews, and walnuts) were 34 percent less likely to die.

And here's the best part -- you don't have to gorge yourself on nuts to get the benefits. Just one-third cup, five days a week seems to do the trick.

So could a handful of nuts a day really make the difference between life and death for guys with prostate cancer?

The idea isn't as, well, nuts as it sounds.

You see, research has shown that nuts help reduce inflammation and insulin resistance -- and both have been linked to aggressive prostate cancer.

Second, many varieties of nuts are rich in selenium and vitamin E, which are proven prostate cancer fighters.

In fact, one study found that guys who had the highest levels of vitamin E actually slashed their prostate cancer risk in half.

A few months ago I told you about a study from researchers in South Korea who found that nuts can lower your risk of deadly colon cancer by a whopping 81 percent. And now we know it can help guys with prostate cancer.

So there's really no reason not to start incorporating more nuts into your diet right now -- as a snack, made into a trail mix to take along to work or even tossed into a recipe.
Gosh, I bet that even I might be able to afford a third of a cup of nuts on each of any five days of every week!

Here are a couple of other reports about this remarkable study:


Finally!  It has been proven that statin medications are absolutely unnecessary ─ ALL cholesterol enhances longevity.

For years it's been the most sacred cow in mainstream medicine.

If you don't have basement-low cholesterol numbers, you're practically a heart attack waiting to happen.

But now a new international study is throwing all that out the window.

Researchers have proven that seniors with high cholesterol are outliving their peers -- and it's not even close. It's a bombshell that has Big Pharma and the rest of the mainstream statins-pushers shaking in their boots.

And it's all based on one big secret about cholesterol that millions of patients are never being told about.

If you want an 80 percent chance of living longer -- and blowing out more candles on that birthday cake -- it's time to ditch the statins, pronto.

That's what Dr. Uffe Ravnskov and his research team found when they crunched the data for 19 studies that included over 68,000 seniors.

In a nutshell, they discovered that those with the highest LDL cholesterol (supposedly the "bad" kind) were 80 percent more likely to outlive those with lower numbers.

On top of that, the researchers dared to suggest that maybe, just maybe, we should re-evaluate "guidelines recommending pharmacological reduction of LDL-C in the elderly."

Translation: There are millions of people taking statins now who shouldn't be.

Yeah, you think?

Well, trust me, the ink wasn't even dry on this study before the mainstream cholesterol crew had their knives out. They were looking for any... and I mean any...flaw they could find.

They even tried to claim that some of these high-cholesterol folks were probably taking statins.

Right -- so why was their cholesterol still so high? Can you believe it? These guys would rather argue that the statins weren't working properly than acknowledge you shouldn't be taking them.

What nonsense. That's the kind of delusional thinking that mainstreamers twist when they're trying to keep the wolves away from their statin cash cow.

The fact is, not all LDL cholesterol is the same, and it's not all harmful. And that's a secret that's been kept away from lots of statins patients.

There's a big difference between small LDL and large LDL. And most large cholesterol studies (maybe all of them) have never measured the two types of LDL.

Instead, it all just gets lumped into one category that's come to be known as The Bad Cholesterol.

This issue is an important one because small LDL really is bad. It's not only small, it's also dense, and it responds to inflammation and oxidation by laying down excess plaque on artery walls.

Large LDL on the other hand, is often called fluffy because it floats along through your bloodstream and does no harm. To just say "LDL does this" or "LDL does that" without breaking it down into small and large varieties misses the way that LDL might or might not be doing harm.

But there is a way you can alter your diet to stack your LDL on the fluffy side and reduce the deadly, dense variety. And you don't have to pop a single pill.

Ditch any foods containing partially hydrogenated oils, and make sure you're getting plenty of high quality saturated fats (like coconut oil), while avoiding simple carbs and fake sweeteners such as HFCS.

That's right, saturated fats actually promote healthy, large, fluffy LDL.

Now, tell that to the mainstream, stand back and watch their heads explode. Again.
Okay, so maybe not ALL cholesterol is beneficial ─ it's still prudent to beware the 'dense' variety of LDL ─ stay clear of those infernal partially hydrogenated oils!

Just keep in mind that they are the predominant fats used as shortening in most commercial baked goods.

Here is one other report on that study:


We've had some sunny breaks during the latter afternoon.  However, we're supposed to be in for some further damp weather tomorrow.

I am closing off now with this entry from my journal of 41 years ago when I was 25 years old, and living in a basement housekeeping unit in New Westminster.

I was renting my room in a house located on Ninth Street, at Third Avenue.

At least a couple of times a week, I would hike out to my mother Irene Dorosh's home off in Surrey, for I used her address as my mailing address; and she would feed me, of course.

The hike would take about 1½ hours at a fast pace.

The house is now gone, but the address was 12106 -90th Avenue.
MONDAY, June 23, 1975

I slept very badly; and my complexion is breaking down, possibly because I abandoned my light fruit meals.

The day will be one of showers; or so suggested the evidence and forecast.

Actually, the sun eventually took over.

Mom had Cookie in the house; it's affectionate enough, but too suspicious and cowardly, and thus very yappy.

In the mail department was a Plain Truth, acknowledgment letter from Wayne Warfield re Cross Plains, and a letter from Ron.

Our lottery winnings had come, so mom gave me my $50 share.

My lunch wasn't too censurably heavy for once, though it was and will be enough for a day's eating.

I tried to phone Bill 2:30 p.m. to remind him of the cannery trip tomorrow, but no answer forthcame.

I typed a letter to Russ Jeffs after getting home, and will mail it likely tomorrow morning; I was very skillfully evasive about pinning myself down for any appointment.

Also I'll be mailing in a $5 tithe.

Last night I dreamed of leaving from working at a modified S.A.N.E.; coming along a route that really doesn't exist, aways off I heard cries for help.  

I planned, I think, to ignore them ─ they were coming from a fellow lying on grass a short distance from his car, and a potential saviour was looking on most obviously indecisively; then I noticed the crier looked to be Norman.    

So I came over, and it was.  He'd O.D.ed on something, and was about out of his mind.  But he conceived who I was, and managed to remain sensible enough so that, with my aid, he could walk to...my place?

I only recalled this dream while coming home from mom's on the bridge.

Bedtime:  8:30 p.m.
I think "Cookie" must have been the dog with pups that my older maternal half-sister Phyllis had imposed upon our mother to keep in a back shed, pending whatever Phyllis decided to do with them.

The mail for me included my monthly copy of The Plain Truth magazine; a subscription acknowledgment from Wayne Warfield concerning the Robert E. Howard fanzine Cross Plains that I had sent in payment for; and a letter from American Ron Bain, a pen-pal I had.

The lottery winning were in total $100 ─ my mother and I had collaborated on the purchase of an Olympic Lottery ticket that recently paid off.

I attempted to phone my old friend William Alan Gill ─ he had said that he would drive me on Tuesday to the Royal City Foods cannery that employed him so that I could apply for work.

That cannery ceased to exist many years ago, but it was located on the shore of the Fraser River in New Westminster, and was just slightly downstream from the Pattullo Bridge

It was while I was walking back across that bridge on my way to my room from my mother's home that I remembered that odd dream about my old friend Norman Richard Dearing.  Granted, Norman often had 'pot' and sometimes even stuff like MDA, but the dream would have been exceptional.

Anyway, once I was back at my room, I typed up a letter to my social worker, Russ Jeffs ─ a rather ruddy-complexioned, red-headed, genial, elderly Englishman.  I had blown off an appointment with him the previous week, so I was likely updating him about my affairs without committing myself to seeing him.

I only worked one day a week at S.A.N.E. (Self Aid Never Ends), a charitable organization in New Westminster.  My tenure existed solely because of an employment incentives programme in place between S.A.N.E. and New Westminster social services, but there was talk that this arrangement between the two entities was going to end.

Today, S.A.N.E. calls itself Fraserside Community Services Society.  

I anticipated mailing the letter to Russ Jeffs the following morning, along with a $5 tithe I was making on my share of the lottery win.  I was a regular tither for many, many years, even though I had not attended a church since 1964.

In fact, I didn't even tithe to a church that I had ever attended ─ I was sending the money to the Worldwide Church of God.  
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