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Sunday, November 6, 2016

Can a Present Event Change the Past? │ Study Finds Mammography Overrated │ Diet Sodas at Least As Bad As Regular Sodas for Diabetes Risk

E-mails kept me up last night after I had turned off the T.V. for the evening.  I now do not recall just when I made it to bed, but it could well have been after 12:30 a.m.

My younger brother Mark had stayed with his girlfriend Bev at her home.

I believe that it was lightly raining when I went to bed, and still doing so at 7:11 a.m. when I decided to get up this morning.

But I was not feeling adequately renewed from my night in bed.  There was something just 'off' about my overall sleep experience.

While I was making my morning's hot beverage, I could hear my youngest step-son's cellphone alarm going off, and there was some quiet conversation between him and his girlfriend who was in bed with him.

Apparently they just set the alarm to sound awhile later, for they never got up until I was busy here upstairs setting up a new edit of an old post at one of my hosted websites.

He drove his girlfriend away in his older brother Tho's car; and when he returned alone shortly thereafter, he went directly back to bed.  She must have had to work.

He was to disappear late in the morning, so I expect that he had to work, as well.

Whatever the case, he disappeared whilst I was enjoying a return to bed of just over 80 minutes that commenced at 10:25 a.m.  Mark was at home and showering when I 'hit the sheets.'  

The daylit morning had been rain-free; and by the early afternoon, I began seeing a few weak sunny breaks.

And then shortly after 1:30 p.m., I could hear it raining again, albeit very lightly.

It was the late evening of October 24 that my wife Jack left on a flight to Thailand, and I have only spoken with her once ─ when Pote used his cellphone 'app' Line to place a video-call to her. 

I would like to use my own phone to call to her ─ Pote downloaded the 'app' onto my iPhone 5; but I am not entirely convinced that our carrier (Rogers Wireless) will not levy a charge for placing such a long-distance call.

Jack had downloaded the 'app' onto her iPhone 6 before she left Canada.  And over in Thailand, she is using a SIM card to be free of Rogers Wireless.


Have you ever heard of the concept of "delayed choice"?  Or that "what happens in the present can change what happened in the past"?

Whether or not, you may enjoy this article:


I have rather unsuccessfully tried to learn more about the possibility of this being so at the human level ─ talking about photons or particles of light seems to be about as far as the explanations seem to go, and that does absolutely nothing for me.

Here are two examples:



Seductive headings, but no substantiation as far as I am concerned.  Light experiments mean nothing to me.

I did find one article that had some interesting and relatable information, but the website itself looks like its focus is verging on the 'oddball':


Please note that this is all new to me ─ I only started looking into it while I have been working on this post ─ it was not a topic I had ever delved into previously.

Thus, I will leave it to you to pursue it, if it strikes your interest sufficiently.


Yesterday I posted about yet another study whose verdict was that mammography is overrated.

I want to add yet another article about the study:
It’s now clear that physicians, activists and the media “quite simply have overstated the value” of mammography, said study leader Dr. H. Gilbert Welch, one of the first researchers to raise questions about overscreening.

Whether motivated by true belief, commercial gain or fear of litigation, he said, those forces have been slow to accept that when all women get mammograms, some will respond to scary findings in ways that do more harm than good.
Dr. Michael LeFevre, a University of Missouri physician who was not involved in the new study, said while the findings offer only rough estimates of mammograms’ harms, it helps counter a powerful narrative about routine breast cancer screening for all women.

“When a woman is diagnosed with breast cancer and survives, she instinctively believes that the mammogram ‘saved her life,’” said LeFevre, a member of a federal task force that recommended more targeted mammography screening for women. More likely, he said, it has upended her life without prolonging it and it’s time for physicians to help their patients understand that.

UCLA breast cancer specialist Dr. Patricia Ganz said the study was a useful reminder that “if we just keep doing what we’ve been doing, we’re exposing lots of people to treatment they don’t need or can’t afford.”

Okay, let's bash sodas or pop or whatever you prefer to call the junk.
  • One soda daily (diet or regular) = 20% - 25% increase in type 2 diabetes risk
  • Two 6 to 7-ounce sodas a day = a double chance of developing type 2 diabetes
  • Five or more sodas daily = a 10 x risk of developing type 2 diabetes 
It made no difference if the consumer was thin or overweight, nor if the sodas were all diet, or regular.



I didn't notice that the study was actually identified, but it is titled Sweetened beverage intake and risk of latent autoimmune diabetes in adults (LADA) and type 2 diabetes (doi: 10.1530/EJE-16-0376).
In conclusion, these findings add support to the accumulating evidence suggesting that high intake of sweetened beverages, both sugar-sweetened and artificially sweetened, is a potential risk factor for type 2 diabetes. Importantly, these findings indicate that the adverse health effects seen with high sweetened beverage intake also encompass autoimmune forms of diabetes. The excess risk seems not to be fully explained by caloric intake or BMI, opening up for other explanations possibly including direct adverse effects of sweetened beverages on glucose homeostasis and insulin sensitivity. The suggested positive association between artificially sweetened beverages and diabetes risk remains to be further explored. This study supports the notion that dietary factors may influence LADA [latent autoimmune diabetes of adults] development. This is important as the identification of modifiable risk factors could aid in preventing autoimmune diabetes. It is especially urgent in times when diabetes prevalence is on the rise and sweetened beverage consumption continues to be high.
Just stay clear of the toxic swill.


A fairly old family photo now ─ the description beneath it is from the Google album where I have the scan saved:

I can only identify my mother Irene Dorosh ─ the auburn-haired woman wearing glasses, standing second from the right and holding the boy's arm.

The photo may have been taken during the decade of the 1980s.

My suspicion is that the location is somewhere in the Ukraine, or else the U.S.S.R.
And now it is time for me to close with a journal entry from 41 years ago when I was 26 years old, and living in a basement housekeeping unit in New Westminster.

The small unit was being rented in a house situated on Ninth Street at Third Avenue.

My project for the day was a hike out to visit my mother Irene Dorosh who then lived in the Kennedy Heights area of Surrey.  Her little home is now gone, but its address was 12106 - 90th Avenue.  It was my main mailing address.

The hike to get there from my room took about 1½ hours of fast walking.

I had gotten to bed the evening before at 7:00 p.m.  This was to be my fifth day with a cold virus.
THURSDAY, November 6, 1975

I didn't get up till the hour of 4:00 a.m. had been passed; I felt quite good, though my nostrils, the left especially, were caked with a yellow mucous.   

I feel the illness is waning; it is one of the mildest colds I've ever had.  Still, the congestion resists break-up.

We are into the postal strike's 16th day.

I performed all of my exercises, and will be leaving directly for mom's at 8:00 a.m. in wind, and what promises to be rain also.

I got wet.

Again, I fed contentedly at mom's; she, as Tuesday, is hot on getting everyone registered and voting next month.

Phyllis dropped by about 11:00 a.m. for a half hour.

My throat there and on my way home gave signs of becoming sore again; I do hope not.

On my way home, I stopped at Econo-Mart and bought a bag of Magic skim-milk powder ($2.99) and a can of McColl's peanut butter ($2.23).

As Tuesday, my walk home wasn't really bad; it must be cause I get home at nearly dark, and because the weather then has been so mild; it rained nigh my entire time at mom's, but nothing fell as I treaded home; scant wind too.

Bedtime:  7:00 p.m.
Phyllis is my older maternal half-sister.

Econo-Mart was a chain of supermarkets that has since faded away, and this specific outlet I shopped at in Surrey on my way back to my room was located in the Townline shopping plaza at Scott Road (120th Street) & 96th Avenue. 

I expect that the skim-milk was likely five pounds' worth; and the peanut butter, a 48-ounce tin.

Most of the Surrey portion of the hike was along the railway tracks that crossed Scott Road twice ─ once at 99th Avenue, and again near the Pattullo Bridge.  I would never have been able to bear all of the traffic if I had no choice but to follow Scott Road the entire journey.

Anyway, back to the present briefly ─ I heard it very lightly raining twice in the afternoon, but only briefly in each instance.  If there were other such bouts, I never noticed them.
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