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Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Many Type 2 Diabetics Being Dangerously Over-Treated │ Mega-Study Proves Heart-Health Value of Omega-3 Fatty Acids │ Butter Consumption Offers No Risk of Cardiovascular Disease

Another involvement with an E-mail last night kept me up until well past midnight ─ and I had initially thought that I might be making it to bed before 11:30 p.m.

I hate this.

I also hate that my youngest step-son Pote has not gone to work in three days ─ I am getting so damned little privacy here at home that it's becoming most rankling.

He never worked last Thursday and Friday, either ─ just the weekend.

So all he does is lie in bed all day with his girlfriend.  They just get up midday to fix themselves lunch, and then they go back to bed.

He's got the physique of a flat-chested girl because he doesn't do anything physically exerting anymore.

I reckon they'll get up once his older brother Tho is home from work ─ once they have access to Tho's car, they become livelier and will actually leave the house.

I have had my fill of the lot.

At least I got out this morning and did some local grocery shopping.

The day is mostly cloudy ─ it even rained a little overnight; but there have been some good sunny breaks.  Had I been home alone as I so keenly desire, I likely would have spent some time sitting out in the backyard benefiting from the day, for it is quite warm.

I suppose that my mood is also soured because a check of my AdSense account revealed that I never accumulated so much as 1¢ yesterday, and as yet today there was nothing.

Hours and hours of blogging just for the sheer thrill ─ that's the reward.

That, and a sore butt, an aching frame, and diminishing vision.

And who knows what may be amiss internally with all of these years of sitting since my retirement?

Chasing the impossible dream....

I often mention my older maternal half-sister Phyllis.

She E-mailed this photo that her computer webcam took this past Saturday:

Phyllis is in the blue top, standing at the far right.

She only identified the seated gal at the left who is wearing the pink top:  Terri.

According to Phyllis, all three ladies there with her are her foster sisters.


I could never be a voluntary vegetarian, but I could easily thrive on the limitation of my animal foods consumption to that of raw dairy products and the eggs of free-range poultry.

If I had all of that in the amplest quantities, I would never need to eat meat, poultry, or even fish.

We've got to be rid of concentrated animal feeding operations of any kind.

I see that one of the sadistic employees working for Foster Farms in the States was convicted a week ago of animal cruelty:

I wouldn't expect that "12 sessions of mental health counseling" are going to turn his twisted perspective on animal life right around, however.

And the $600 fine is likely only going to make him feel even more hostile toward helpless creatures.

Now, three years of probation ─ just what exactly does that translate into?

Will he be told that he daren't be caught torturing helpless creatures within that time-frame, or else...what, exactly?


I was absolutely flustered to read on Sunday that those big two- and three-litre plastic containers of liquid honey that I have been buying may well have garbage like corn syrup mixed into the honey.

Now, those containers of honey were not specifically identified, but there is no way of knowing the honey's origin in those containers.

The term "Canada No. 1 White ─ Unpasteurized" is essentially meaningless, as is "Product of Canada."

It can still be an imported mix of honey and corn syrup because the stuff comes in such quantities that it's impossible to test it all.

So it gets packaged here in Canada by an entity like Western Family, and it now becomes a product of Canada.

Read the article:

For all I bloody know, it might be HFCS (high fructose corn syrup) mixed into the honey.

I'm trying to use a supposedly healthy sweetener, but I'm instead harming my health with that stuff ─ put another way, I'm potentially consuming something I would never in my life otherwise have bought because I detest the stuff for what it is doing to our health.


I've never had my blood sugar levels tested ─ I don't even understand the various related terms that diabetics become so intimate with.

As far as I know, I am not in danger of becoming diabetic, so I don't position myself to learning the vernacular.  There are so many other things I would prefer to study and learn.

Nonetheless, I am going to offer the following warning concerning the very real chance that anyone with type 2 diabetes may be getting dangerously over-treated:

If you have type 2 diabetes, no doubt your doctor works hard at keeping your blood sugar numbers down.

But maybe he's working a little too hard. And that could land you in the ER... or worse.

It's a case of overtreatment that can kill. And kill quickly.

A new study from researchers at the Mayo Clinic and Yale have found that aggressively treating type 2 diabetes with multiple meds may do more harm than good.

And those who are older and have other health problems are the ones who are at the greatest risk.

"We may hurt patients in our desire to help them if we do too much."

That's how Dr. Rozalina McCoy, with the Mayo Clinic, sums up the frightening facts she recently uncovered.

What Dr. McCoy and her team did was to look at the data for over 31,000 Americans who have type 2 diabetes. And they found that overtreatment -- or "aggressive" management of diabetes using multiple drugs -- can put you in the hospital with hypoglycemia (blood sugar that's too low).

And that's happening to diabetics much more often than you may think.

For example, the researchers found that over a quarter of the people they studied were at risk for hypoglycemia due to overtreatment. And if you've ever had an episode, you know how frightening it can be.

Along with breaking out into a sweat, feeling dizzy, having a racing heartbeat and even possibly fainting, it can lead to seizures, coma -- and even death.

And for those most at risk -- which includes anyone over 75 and those with multiple health issues -- the team found that pumping them full of all these diabetes meds increases their risk of suffering an episode by a whopping 77 percent!

If you're wondering how those with type 2 diabetes end up on all these multiple meds that put them in jeopardy, well, over the last two years the FDA has approved nine new non-insulin drugs to treat the condition!

I've been telling you the horrible details of many of these risky new meds for some time. In fact, it got to the point a couple of years ago where I said I was starting to sound like a broken record when it looked as if the FDA was trying to set an all-time high for approving meds for type 2.

And that may be the key reason why so many diabetics are at risk for hypoglycemia.

Because with all these new drugs on the market it looks like doctors aren't just picking and choosing -- they're picking and using every drug they can get their hands on.

That's why it's urgent if you are being prescribed multiple drugs for type 2 diabetes to have a talk with your doctor as soon as possible about ditching one -- or more.

And be sure to know your numbers, especially your A1c. That will allow you to get a good picture of your blood sugar readings over the past few months.

In addition, if you've ever had an episode of low-blood sugar, remember that can make it much more likely that it will happen again.


Here's a report about a fabulous new study confirming the heart-protection value of omega-3 fatty acids:

I don't know about you, my friend, but I'm darned sick of all the empty promises coming from Big Pharma.

Every couple of years, they try to cram an expensive new drug down our throats, claiming that THIS one is THE one -- the one drug you need to protect your heart and save your life.

Then, of course, THAT one falls out of favor and it's onto the NEXT one.

Real science doesn't come in and out of fashion like clothing -- it stands the test of time.

And when it comes to your heart, nothing in the world has stood up to decades of research and thousands of years of real-world results quite like the omega-3 fatty acids in fish oil.

Now, a major "new" study confirms this very OLD discovery: Not only will omega-3s protect your heart, but they'll give it a suit of armor just when it needs it most... when you're in the ER, in those tense life-or-death moments right after a heart attack.

If you've been falling short on omega-3s, you could find yourself going from the ER right to the morgue.

But if you get all the fats you need, your risk of dying from that heart attack drops by 25 percent.

Even more moderate levels of omega-3s will help save your life, cutting that death risk by 10 percent compared to folks with low intake.

What makes this study so important is that -- unlike so many others -- the folks weren't asked to take a wild guess about how much omega-3s they were getting each day.

This was a massive and thorough undertaking involving some 45,000 people in 19 countries -- and they were ALL given blood tests so we know exactly how much omega-3s they had pumping through their arteries.

So you know what to do: Boost your omega-3 intake if you're not working on that already.

There are three ways to do just that:
  1. Eat more fatty fish, like salmon. It's summertime, and there's nothing like a salmon filet grilled on a cedar plank.
  2. Boost your intake of grass-fed beef and free-range eggs, which also contain oodles of omega-3s.
  3. Take a supplement -- and read the fine print to make sure it's the real deal, because 1,000 mg of "fish oil" is not the same as 1,000 mg of omega-3 fatty acids. Check the ingredients and choose one that has high levels of EPA and DHA.
There's another decent source of omega-3s, but if you've been listening to the mainstream nags you probably haven't touched the stuff in years.

It's butter, and the latest research proves they got it wrong.

Butter is making a big-time comeback, and I'll have the full scoop on that...later today.

With MEGA news about omega-3s....

And here are three other reports concerning it:


The follow-up report to the previous article is definitely NOT current news ─ I've been reading for several years now that butter is harmless and in fact extremely beneficial:

If there's any food out there more vilified and demonized than butter, I can't think of it right now.

Go to any supermarket, and you'll find more fake butters for sale than the real deal -- and one the most popular ones even has a name that proudly announces it's NOT butter.

Having tasted it once, I can't believe anyone has ever been fooled by that stuff.

If you've been using these rancid, oily "buttery spreads" yourself... if you MISS the taste of honest-to-goodness butter... if you haven't touched the good stuff in years because your doc has lectured you again and again about how bad it is for your heart... I've got the news you've been waiting for.

Break out the griddle, because BUTTER is BACK!

The latest research confirms that the government-backed push to get everyone to switch to margarine and other nasty "buttery spreads" is based on a myth -- because butter isn't bad for you after all.

Yes, the mainstream has just 'fessed up and admitted it's been wrong all along, and this time it only took... oh, 40 or 50 years.

Eating butter WON'T increase your risk of heart disease, WON'T clog up your arteries, and WON'T trigger a stroke.

In fact, eating butter daily won't cause ANY heart problem AT ALL, according to the new study.

There is one thing it WILL do, and it's exactly what you want: Eating butter will cut your risk of the scourge of the 21st century, type 2 diabetes.

And if it's too late for you -- if you already have diabetes despite giving up butter, just as your doctor urged -- that means you may have gotten the disease BECAUSE of mainstream health advice.

Maybe it's time to tune that noise out once and for all, because the new review spots the real reason butter's been given a bad rap over the years, and it's not because of the butter itself.

It's what people put it on.

Butter and carbs are served together so often they're practically married to each other. Usually, it's butter on bread... or butter on potatoes.

But it's not the butter's fault -- it's those empty carbs, which cause blood sugar levels to spike and screw with your body's insulin response. Over time, that leads to insulin resistance and eventually -- as the study shows -- type 2 diabetes.

So give up the carbs in all their forms, but keep the butter. There's still plenty you can put it on -- and if you're serving up steaks at your next BBQ, a little garlic in melted butter is the perfect topping.

Buttered up....

And here are some other reports about the study:


Closing off today's post is 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.

The house I was renting the room in was located on Ninth Street at Third Avenue.
SUNDAY, July 13, 1975

I again rose bleary-eyed, about 6:30 a.m.

I neglected to mention that last night Cathy said she & Mark were leaving for Edmonton Monday morn at 10:00 a.m.; so Daboda is my responsibility.

I quit the laundromat first, but was beat there by 1 new fellow; 2 regulars succeeded me.

For breakfast I had a delicious feed of pancakes (of wheat, rye, and oat mixture with dates and figs and sweetened with honey).

Before I had a chance to do a thing, while brushing my teeth, Bill came.  He had to work tonight, so he wished to go over to Mark's with a dozen of the beer; he hadn't slept yet, and promised we'd stay no later than 2:00 p.m.

I figured I could yet rest, then work off my meal.  

However, we stayed longer.

Kentucky chicken was bought, plus fries and 2 salads.  Then Bill got interested in going to the States.

As it transpired, we drank 4 dozen beer while driving around (Cathy was).  Cathy became very delightful.

But the point of all this is that I didn't get home till just after 2:00 a.m., while Bill continued down Royal (I got off there at 8th) to pick up Moose, vowing he probably would not work tonight but take his passenger in.
Poor Bill, but he was the one most insistent on drinking in the U.S. We used his car.
I had not gotten to bed until 2:50 a.m. the previous night, so of course I would be bleary-eyed at 6:30 a.m. when I got up.  I had also been drinking.

Daboda was the wonderful German shepherd my younger brother Mark and his girlfriend Catherine Jeanette Gunther had ─ I would be tending him while they were away to Edmonton for the week.

I usually did my laundry on Sunday mornings as soon after the laundromat opened as I was able to manage getting there.

My old friend William Alan Gill had left two cases of beer with me for safekeeping.  He must have shown up that morning after partying all night, and now wanted to continue doing so with me over at the home that my brother Mark and Jeanette were renting together in Whalley ─ the house was located on Bentley Road, very near to 108th Avenue & King George Highway.

He was to have started his shift of work later that night at 2:00 a.m.

So off to Mark's home he drove us with the case of beer.

It sounds likely that we drank it all, and then Bill wanted to go to Blaine, Washington, to continue drinking ─ it was not at that time possible to buy alcohol on a Sunday in our section of Canada, so the States were the only option. 

I now of course don't know if we visited one of the taverns for awhile, and then bought the four dozen beers to drink while dear Jeanette served as chauffeur of Bill's car, driving us all around that part of Washington.

We needed to drink the beer before crossing back into Canada.

It was a late night indeed, and Jeanette must have been at her overwhelmingly best.

But poor, foolish Bill never got us back into New Westminster until he was supposed to have already started work ─ and he was even supposed to have driven his co-worker ("Moose") to work that night, so that poor soul would have been late, too. 

Bill must have let me off on Royal Avenue at Eighth Street ─ just a few blocks from where I was living; and then off along Royal Avenue he went to pick up "Moose."

I don't blame Bill for declaring to me that he was going to skip the shift, and just drop "Moose" off at the job ─ Royal City Foods, a cannery that use to be located on the shore of the Fraser River just slightly downstream from the Pattullo Bridge.

The nickname for New Westminster had long been the Royal City.

You know, I couldn't help but feel sad for my old friend as I read this entry.  Bill was one of the dearest human beings.
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