Wednesday, February 3, 2010

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LOST Yet?

Despite numerous allegories and metaphors presented throughout the series, it seems clear that LOST makes no attempt to parallel closely Bible stories, other those of religious faiths, or any of the myriad literary works alluded to within the episodes. The references are entertaining, of course, and they encourage obsessive pondering and banter amongst addicted fans.

To me, what makes the show worth watching is the originality and complexity, which is enhanced by all the name dropping and theme suggesting.

What really grabs me about this show is that it is simultaneously intrguing and a bit frustrating to find myself fixated on a particular scene or fact.

For example:

WHY WAS THAT STATUE'S FOOT AT THE BOTTOM OF THE OCEAN?

WHEN JULIETTE HIT THE BOMB, DID IT IN FACT EXPLODE, OR WAS THERE MERELY ANOTHER TIME WARP FLASH?

IF THE BOMB EXPLODED, DID THE EXPLOSION CREATE A SPIN OFF OF SEPARATE REALITIES?


IN THE REALITY IN WHICH THE BOMB EXPLODED... AT THAT TIME...

WAS THE FOOT AT THE BOTTOM OF THE OCEAN INTENDED TO SHOW THAT THE ENTIRE ISLAND EXPLODED WITH THE NUKE AND THE STATUE WAS SUNK? (IT WAS PRESENTED AS THE SAME REALITY IN WHICH THE LOSTIES' PLANE DIDN'T CRASH, AS THE SCENE PANNED FROM THE VIEW OUT THE PLANE WINDOW INTO THE BOTTOM OF THE OCEAN WHERE THE FOOT WAS.)

SO EVERYONE DIED?

WHY WAS IT OKAY WITH THE LOSTIES TO DETONATE THE NUKE AND BLOW UP THE ISLAND? EVEN IF THEY COULD TRASCEND TIME FOR THEMSELVES, BACK TO THE TIME BEFORE THEY CRASHED, WHAT ABOUT THE PEOPLE WHO GOT TO THE ISLAND VIA OTHER MEANS BEFORE THE CRASH, E.G., ALL THE DHARMA INITIATIVE PEOPLE, THE OTHERS (AKA THE HOSTILES), JULIETTE HERSELF? WOULDN'T THEY ALL JUST DIE?

IN THE REALITY IN WHICH THE PLANE NEVER CRASHED, FACTS FROM before THE CRASH TOOK PLACE WERE CHANGED... WHY?

WHY WAS DESMOND ON BOARD?

WHY WAS CHRISTIAN'S BODY LOST? WHERE IS IT?

WHERE WAS SHANNON? (BOONE SAID HE COULDN'T GET HER TO LEAVE THE ABUSIVE BOYFRIEND.)

DID ANYONE ELSE THINK OF ROSE ON THAT PLANE? IF SHE DIDN'T END UP ON THE ISLAND, SHE'D STILL HAVE CANCER. OR DOES SHE?

IN THE REALITY IN WHICH THEY TRANSPORTED TO THE TIME AFTER THE HATCH EXPLOSION...

DID JULIETTE DIE FROM FALLING DOWN THE WELL, OR FROM HAVING ALL THAT HATCH DEBRIS SMASHED ON TOP OF HER? I GUESS THE FALL.

WHY DID JACOB WANT TO SAVE SAYID?

WHY DIDN'T HE WANT TO SAVE JULIETTE? (WHEN JACOB CAME TO HURLY, JULIETTE WAS STILL ALIVE.)

SO... IN THIS REALITY... WHERE THE LOSTIES WARPED TO THE POST-HATCH EXPLOSION TIME PERIOD, THEY ARE NOW IN THE SAME TIME (PRESENT TIME) AS THE LOSTIES WHO DIDN'T WARP TO THE 70s AFTER THE SECOND CRASH...

THE CLUE WAS... WHEN WHEN JACK, SAWYER, HURLY, JULIETTE AND JIN TOOK SAYID TO THE TEMPLE TO BE HEALED, THE TEMPLE WORSHIPPERS WERE CONCERNED WHEN THEY LEARNED JACOB WAS DEAD... AND THEY SHOT OFF THE FIREWORKS AS A WARNING... THE MAN WHO PRESENTED HIMSELF AS LOCKE (THE SMOKE MONSTER, THE MAN WHO SAT ON THE BEACH WITH JACOB AS THE BLACK ROCK SAILED IN, THE ONE WHO MANIPULATED BEN INTO KILLING JACOB) LOOKED UP AND SAW THE FIREWORKS.

WHY DOES HE WANT TO GO HOME? WHERE'S HOME? THE TEMPLE?

DID HE KILL OR JUST KNOCK OUT RICHARD? WHY?

HAS RICHARD EVER MET JACOB?

WHY HADN'T BEN MET JACOB?

ARE THE PEOPLE AT THE TEMPLE DIFFERENT FROM THE HOSTILES/OTHERS? THEY SEEM TO HAVE THEIR OWN ASIAN, ENGLISH-HATING LEADER, WHICH SEEMS DISTINCT FROM FROM THE GROUP LED BY BEN.

YET... THE TEMPLE PEOPLE CARE ABOUT JACOB, OBVIOUSLY. WHY WAS JACOB LIVING UNDER THE STATUE AND NOT WITH THEM?

HOW DOES CHRISTIAN FIT IN? HE WAS IN JACOB'S CABIN AND MANY ASSUMED HE WAS JACOB OR CONNECTED TO JACOB. BUT, WAS THAT INSTEAD THE ANTAGONIST (SMOKE MONSTER) PRESENTING HIMSELF AS CHRISTIAN, THE SAME WAY HE LATER PRESENTED HIMSELF AS LOCKE?

IF THE ANTAGONIST (JACOB'S ENEMY) IS THE SMOKE MONSTER, HOW DID BEN UNLEASH THE SMOKE MONSTER TO DO HIS BIDDING AGAINST WIDMORE'S CREW WHO CAME TO KILL HIM? WHY WOULD HE HELP BEN?

OH... JIN AND SUN CAN BE REUNITED NOW.

Okay, that's all the questions I'll pose for this week. Insights welcome via the blog comments section.

The plot thickens. The story moves on. The twists continue. Millions are lost in LOST. I've heard and seen all kinds of theories. I think the writers have the viewers right where they want them, entranced and speculating.

Until next week...

Monday, February 1, 2010

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LOST Starts Tomorrow!

At the risk of my blog turning into a LOST fan page, I am posting my thoughts BEFORE the final season begins tomorrow, knowing that I will surely post more on the topic as the season progresses.

Marian and I watched seasons through three the summer before last in a LOST marathon. I’m not sure how long it took, but it wasn’t long. Once the kids were in bed, we’d put on a DVD and get LOST. We were both into it. That in itself says something, as we don’t often like the same TV shows. Marian missed some episodes and got confused, and then her interest decreased, especially as the the plot got more convoluted. Last year, she didn’t really watch with me much. Hopefully, she’ll come back for the final season.

I like the complexity and the Sci-Fi-ness of LOST. Marian enjoys the character profiles and the flashbacks that tell their back stories. Decent acting. Interesting twists. Science. History. Metaphysics. Religion. Time Travel. There’s something for everyone.

Admittedly, the show gets convoluted at times. Who wasn’t frustrated during the second season? Sometimes the twists are nonsensical. Sometimes the characters do stupid and unbelievable things. Sometimes the fantastic nature of the LOST world is too much. But, once you’re hooked, like me, it’s hard to disconnect from this show.

I am very interested to see how it wraps up. What’s with the four-toed statue? What is the smoke monster? Why were the original LOSTies on that plane? Are the “dead” characters really dead? Will they come back? Who were Adam and Eve? Is there greater significance in the numbers yet to be revealed? The questions are endless.

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Need A Needle?

A couple of years ago, as mentioned previously on this blog, I encountered a series of medical maladies. I suffered all kinds of aches, pains, infections, discomforts, fatigue. The list went on. Some things were diagnosed. Some things were treated. Some things left the doctors scratching their heads. The experience was stressful. I was not well. I saw my primary care physician a dozen times in the course of a year. I saw specialists. I even went to the ER once, because I wasn’t getting answers and wasn’t getting help. The ER visit didn’t help either.

In the process, I decided to try alternative medicine.

My mother was always holistic in her approach to healthcare. She was NEVER sick. Well, okay, at 65, she was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and died one month later. But, before that, she was never sick. I’m not sure when my mom converted to alternative health care. I know that she had a hysterectomy (partial, I believe), when I was young, elementary school age. I think that had something to do with her views. At some point along the way, she stopped drinking sodas. She stopped eating junk food. She eventually starting using whole-wheat flour. She later tried to avoid any flour. She constantly extolled the virtues of healthier eating. Chemicals in food and in the environment became a concern for her. My mother was notorious for passing out articles she’d find on various health topics. For example, she ranted about aspartame for years. She warned of hydrogenated oils long before the widespread concern over trans fat began. My mom was generally introverted, much more so than I, but on the topic of health, she could get on a soap box at times, especially with someone she thought might listen. Admittedly, I ignored her most of the time.

In the face of various medical symptoms and no answers from the traditional doctors, I eventually realized I needed to broaden my perspective. I was hesitant, concerned and unsure what to do. Somewhere along the line, alternative medicine became more appealing.

I started with a chiropractor. I had seen one previously for a bad crick in my neck. He fixed that. So, I went back to ask questions and try an adjustment. I didn’t get answers that satisfied me and the adjustment made no impact. However, in conversation, the chiropractor casually mentioned an acupuncturist that was going to trade services with him. I didn’t ask any questions. I didn’t even get the name. But, I remember at the time, that word, ACUPUNCTURIST, seemed to linger in the air, as if waiting for me to take notice.

I prayed about it. While I was in the ER, waiting on blood work results, it was seemingly clear to me that I was going to get nothing from that trip. I prayed almost constantly in my ER exam room, interrupted only when a tech, nurse or doctor came in. Before I left that place, I knew my next stop likely would be at an acupuncturist’s office.

I found Hwa Tow Acupuncture & Herbs by searching online. Arriving for my first appointment, I was unsure about my choice. The ambience was Asian. As such, it was unfamiliar to me. I had no idea what to expect. Would it hurt? Would it work? Is acupuncture valid, or is it just all hooey? How can tiny needles really do anything anyway? But… The place was clean. There was a Bible on the waiting room table. The receptionist was nice. As it turns out, she was the acupuncturist’s wife. It seemed okay to me.

The acupuncturist, Jeff (his American name no doubt) is from Taiwan. I liked him right away. He was pleasant, courteous, direct and matter of fact. He took some basic information about my symptoms. He didn’t waste much time. I got on the table and he inserted the needles. For my symptoms, I got several in my back and legs. Eventually, I got them in the hands and arms and feet too. The needles didn’t hurt. On two occasions, Jeff attached the needles to a device that sent electric pulses through my body. The first time was jolting. It was hard to tolerate, but my body settled down after 15 minutes or so. His efforts made a significant improvement in my pain symptoms. But, I didn’t see further improvement following the last couple of sessions. At twice a week visits, the expense was adding up quickly. So, I stopped.

I eventually found other ways to manage the pain. Prayer and relaxation were the primary methods I used. Thankfully, the pain symptoms I had improved tremendously over time.

Later, when I decided to address my digestive problems, I encountered the same lack of resolution from the western medicine efforts I tried. So, I went back to acupuncture. As much as I liked Jeff, and I would certainly go back to him, I wanted to be able to communicate the details of my complicated digestive issues more easily. So, I searched for a native English speaker.

I found Kim at Center for the Healing Arts. I’ve gotten needles in the face, ears, head, arms, hands, stomach, legs and feet. Similar routine of Q&A and needles. Kim takes plenty of time on the Q&A, which I appreciated, given the complexity of my longstanding digestive dysfunction. Again, the needles do not hurt. I can think of a couple of occasions when I have had stiffness in my hand after a needle was placed between the thumb and forefinger. Once, she used moxibustion, a technique in which a strong smelling, smoldering root heats the ends of the needles.

One of the most remarkable things I can say about Chinese medicine is the herbs. The most impressive was an herbal blend for intestinal issues. When I first went for treatment, my digestion was horrible. My stomach gurgled nearly constantly. Loudly! Those herbs stopped the noise and rumbling within 30 minutes, consistently. At first, I had to take five capsules at a time three times per day. But, I gradually decreased the dosage. Now, I keep them on hand, just in case, but rarely need them. I regularly take a Chinese herbal blend for sinus congestion that works as well or better than any over-the-counter or prescription medication I have taken. My intention is to keep this stuff on hand as long as I can get it. And, I have taken another herbal blend with noticeable results as well. Those herbs are good stuff. And, I have never noticed side effects from them, whereas I have often noticed side effects from OTC and prescription meds.

To me, the needles are interesting. I do not get an immediate result from them. So, it’s hard to sense exactly what they do. However, the immediate effect in the moment is relaxing.  In fact, it’s probably worth it just for the relaxation.

My understanding of Chinese medicine theory is minimal. The gist, as I know it, is that energy from the environment flows through our body along pathways called meridians. The energy can become blocked for various reasons. Blockage causes illness. The goal of Chinese medicine, via the herbs and needles, is to release the energy, i.e., to eliminate the stagnation, restore the flow and thereby promote health. Admittedly, my conceptualization is rudimentary at best. And, my ability to apply the theory to my own experience is minimal.

At the same time, I am convinced that there is something to all this. While it seemed like hooey to me at first, I now believe that energy around us flows through us and relates to our wellness. Although I can’t really understand it well, I am sure that whatever those needles do has an impact on my health. Over time, my health has improved dramatically. I have seen marked differences in symptoms of pain, fatigue and digestive dysfunction. I have no doubt that the efforts to improve the flow of energy has been useful for me. Personally, I am intrigued to better understand the process, though I have not yet devoted the time to study it. Nevertheless, I do not hesitate to suggest acupuncture to friends and family members whose medical matters are not resolved via traditional means.

Saturday, January 30, 2010

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Dare to Seek Digestive Health.

For many years, I endured digestive dysfunction quietly. I had no desire to discuss it. I had no intention of addressing it. I hoped to avoid it into oblivion.

I can’t say exactly when it started, but I recall having occasional issues even as a teen. Mostly, though, at that age, I could eat what I wanted, without much problem. The first problematic experience I recall was on a trip to Italy my senior year of high school. Something I ate disagreed with me, severely, and I had to make a mad dash for a restroom. Luckily, there was one not far away, and there was sufficient privacy.

Over the years, the problem worsened, slowly but surely. During college, I went to Mexico. On the last day there, I got a severe case of Montezuma’s revenge. It was horrendous. Somehow, I managed to make it through a long morning of waiting at the airport, a mechanical problem on the plane that delayed our take off for nearly an hour, then a flight and car ride home before the expulsion began. It was bad.  I have read, and heard from medical professionals, that serious infections like that truly can throw off digestive health for years.  And, quite honestly, I don’t think my digestion was ever the same after that.

As an adult, I learned to avoid certain foods. Anything high fat. Too much caffeine. Anything battered and fried. Liquid cheese. Asparagus, of all things. Any combination of any of those, especially if I was under stress as well, and the consequences were often significantly unpleasant. For the most part, my life was not significantly hindered. I knew what to avoid. But, there were times when I would not eat, or wouldn’t eat much, if I knew I wouldn’t be home soon, just in case. Life just required a little planning. For example, on road trips, McDonald’s hamburger Happy Meals were my choice, always, because I knew my stomach could tolerate that amount of meat and fat, and the caffeine in one small diet coke was not enough to push me over the edge.

Eventually, though, as I aged, as life took it’s toll, as stress increased, my digestion got slowly worse. A few years ago, I endured a series of complicated medical issues that caused me much stress. For months, I dealt with doctors to address various ailments and pains. I was poked and prodded in every unimaginable place. I had tests and scans and blood work. The minor symptoms went away, but they could not resolve the major ones. Throughout that medical mystery tour, I dared not address the digestive health. Somehow that seemed too much, a line I was not ready to cross. I just kept it quiet, hoping it would get better. The digestive dysfunction was one problem that I knew how to live with, even as bad as it was getting, and I was not ready to face it down.

However, during all the stress and strain of the other medical problems, my digestion got completely out of whack. At the worst of it, I could not eat. I lost 10 to 15 pounds, rather quickly. And, everything I tried to eat went straight through me. I went nearly a year with chronic diarrhea. I don’t say that lightly or casually. I’ll spare the graphic details, but know that it was awful. Horrible.

Finally, in the face of that trying time, I had to address the digestion. Because I had so many other symptoms and peripheral medical maladies, I began to think perhaps I had a very serious illness. Maybe the digestive problems were more than just my usual problem getting worse. Maybe there was cancer? So, I went back to my MD, who by then surely thought I was crazy. He did no exam. He ran no tests. He shrugged his shoulders and diagnosed me with IBS, based on my verbal descriptions. He gave me some pills to treat that disorder and sent me on my way.

The medication slowed everything down almost immediately, causing the opposite problem, constipation, which was a rarity for me. Because I expressed concern about having stress and anxiety over the medical issues, especially the digestive matter, he also gave me an antidepressant. Within a couple of days, I had more side effects than benefits from both of the pills. I threw the prescriptions out.

I went to the health food store to get something natural. My doctor had discouraged this, stating “that’s just somebody trying to sell you something that doesn’t work.” However, by then, I was sure he didn’t have all the answers, because he sure hadn’t helped me much. I found the first clerk in the store and gave her an earful of my digestive history. She recommended a few products and I bought them all. I ended up calling the maker of one of the products. I did my own research. I saw some benefits fairly soon, but I was not convinced I was on the right track.

I scheduled an appointment with an acupuncturist. I had been to one before to treat other symptoms. And, by this point, I was glad to have a non-MD on my side to help me fix this. The needle sessions were relaxing. The input was useful. The process was slow. But, I felt more convinced I was on the right track. And, I got some seemingly magical Chinese herbs that fixed the near constant stomach gurgling I was experiencing. Amazing. At first, I had to take 15 capsules per day of those herbs. But, over time, I reduced the dosage. Now, I almost never take them, but keep a bottle on hand, just in case.

I went back to the health food store to ask questions. The manager all but insisted that I go to a gastroenterologist to rule out anything serious. She fed into my worst fears and I was nearly terrified of cancer by the time I left the store. I called my doctor’s office for a referral to a gastroenterologist from the parking lot.

I got the standard scopes in both directions. Interestingly, they found a polyp in the colon and one in the stomach, as well as inflammation in the duodenum. The biopsies were clear. The various other tests showed nothing serious. The only advice I got was to take Nexxium for six weeks. I was glad to get cancer ruled out, but I had no real solutions for my problems.  I never took even one little purple pill.  Further, based on the lab report that said my duodenitis was likely from NSAID damage, I stopped taking Advil completely.

Throughout all this, I researched holistic options for healing digestion several times. I came across a web site by a woman who claimed to heal her own severe case of Crohn’s Disease using only holistic methods, after reaching the point of dissatisfaction and frustration with her western doctors. Jini Patel Thompson went on a quest to find the means to heal herself without drugs or surgery and she was successful. In the process, she learned a lot about a wide range of digestive health issues and the means to address them with holistic remedies.  Consequently, she wrote a book about all her experiences and all the knowledge she gained.  She explains that is possible to heal the body and fix digestion problems holistically, even in extreme cases.  Eventually, after working through my hesitation over buying an online book that suggested to readers to try to heal themselves as opposed to relying on trained doctors, I got the book.

For more information, visit Jini’s site, Listen To Your Gut.

Jini is not a medical professional of any kind. However, on the subject of digestive disorders, she seems to know more than any of the medical professionals I saw. And, she is full of practical advice that gets results, again using holistic methods, not synthetic drugs or surgery.  Admittedly, her style was a bit too touchy feely for me, especially at first. And, much of the content in her book, “Listen to Your Gut,” didn’t apply to me. I don’t have Crohn’s Disease or Ulcerative Colitis or any of the more severe gastrointestinal diseases.  Fortunately, Jini’s book covers a broad spectrum and even people with IBS, including a severe case like mine, can benefit from sections of her book.  I was able to thumb through some chapters with a sigh of relief that I didn’t need to go to such extremes.  I paid very close attention to other chapters that had direct relevance to my experience. 

I bought the book just before leaving town on a trip that was both business and pleasure.  The first day was business, and I needed to be away from my hotel all day, including a lengthy dinner at a fancy restaurant.  This came at a time when my digestion was at its worst.  The morning of my departure, I bought one of the supplements recommended in Jini’s book, L-glutamine.  I saw results right away.  It was not a quick cure, by any means.  But, there were much needed benefits, which made my traveling easier.  From the beginning, it was clear that the book was worth every penny.  Eventually, I gained other useful information that made a tremendous difference in my digestive functioning.  Now, I do not hesitate to recommend “Listen to Your Gut” to anyone with digestive dysfunction. 

Although the book does not promise quick fixes, it outlines various steps to take that have a restorative effect on the digestive system.  Over time, with patience and endurance, healing takes place.  It did for me.  The book was a life saver.  I have never met Jini Patel Thompson face to face.  Nevertheless, because of the impact that her wisdom and experience has had on my health, I won’t forget her.

The few recommended supplements that helped me were probiotics, L-glutamine and psyllium seed husks.  “Listen to Your Gut” explains why these items are useful and how to take them.  My experience was very positive, again, over time.

Probiotics are vital for someone in the state I was in. I take the brand that Jini touts in her book.  Even before I read the book, my health food store recommended the same product, Natren Healthy Trinity. I started with the capsules, and even used the more intense and more expensive powders for a while. During the string of medical problems I encountered, I took about six courses of antibiotics over the span of six months. There are lots of concerns about antibiotics.  One of them is that in addition to killing problematic bacteria, they also kill off the good bacteria that the body needs for proper digestion. My digestion was already bad. And, the antibiotics I took made it worse. I had to rebuild the good bacteria.  Natren’s probiotics helped me.  I have stopped and restarted the probiotics a few times.  So far, they continue to make a difference, though I’m not convinced I’ll always need to take them consistently.

L-glutamine is an amino acid that, when taken before eating, helps the colon absorb liquid. Initially, I desperately needed that sort of help. And, it worked.  I no longer take this, but I would, if needed.

Psyllium seed husks make a remarkable difference. I had always thought Metamucil and the like was for old people with constipation, not for the digestively impaired with the opposite problem, like me. Not true. Metamucil helped me. I now take another brand of this fiber that my health food store sells, Yerba Prima, and, I also take cold milled flax seed. The results are impressive.

It was a long, slow process. I have taken the supplements for well over a year. I have continued with acupuncture as well. But, the results are worth it. Now, my digestion is better than it has been in many years. I still have to be cautious. I likely will never eat much of anything battered and fried.  I have not eaten asparagus in many years, and have no intention of trying it. But, I can eat a much wider range of things than I once could. I can have caffeine in mild doses. My digestive system functions much more normally now. I feel much better overall. All is well.

An interesting thing I learned is that MANY people suffer with digestive dysfunction in various forms. In my quest to heal my intestines, I talked to lots of folks who have all kinds of problems. Many of them try to manage it themselves, avoiding foods, carefully refraining from mixing certain problematic items, and recognizing the role stress plays. I know that some people prefer not to take medications. In so doing, some tend to avoid holistic or natural remedies as well. I believe that they miss the opportunity to see great results without the side effects that prescription meds can cause.

Now, I am sort of a spokesperson for digestive health. When I encounter people who have these difficulties, I give them my story, or at least parts of it, and I encourage them to dig deeper and fix the problem. It can be done, with patience and perseverance.

If you’re one of the millions of people with digestive health problems… Go ahead. I dare you. Seek digestive health via natural means.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

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God Speaks With Humor.

Today, my wife and I went together to a doctor’s appointment. We went to discuss some medical options to address a matter of concern for us. While it is an important decision, there is no urgent health concern on the forefront. Nevertheless, the situation requires thought, preparation and agreement.

As we approached the appointment, Marian and I had differing views on the best solution, based on differing personal biases. Admittedly, we don’t quite see eye to eye on this one. In my newfound holistic approach to healthcare concerns, where possible, I tend to prefer simple solutions that don’t involve ongoing synthetic medicine. At the same time, I understand and accept the value of western medicine. In this case, a western approach suits me fine.

While Marian endures me politely, I don’t think she understands my holistic notions and certainly doesn’t share in them much. Also, in this instance, she has some perspectives based on emotion that I cannot relate to. Nevertheless, we both attempted to go in with open minds and hear the options and ask questions, so we could make an informed decision that we both can be comfortable with.

The doctor began by presenting option one, the solution I preferred from the onset. Risks are minimal. The process is simple. The solution is practical and very effective. I was smiling, eager to hear the input and pleased with what I heard. The doctor was detailed and covered all the bases. I was confident this was a good choice. Further, the doctor was so upbeat and positive, I felt sure I was correct. Marian was quiet, cautious and inquisitive, clearly not as responsive as I was to option one.

Then, the doctor moved on to option two. Option two was more in line with Marian’s preferences. As the doctor spoke, his eyes sparkled. His voice bounced. Marian sat up. Her face brightened. She was more interactive. I asked some questions, but the answers confirmed Marian’s interest, even as they confirmed my disinterest. As the exchange went on, I barely spoke. Though I tried not to show it, I felt somewhat irritable and at least mildly antagonistic. My posture changed. Then, sitting on the edge of my chair, I slid my feet out in front of me.

The chair quickly tipped forward and I splatted onto the floor. The incident was startling to all three of us, and it focused awkward attention on me for a moment. I got back up in my chair and regrouped mentally.

It was clear to me in an instant that the fall was no accident. In my heart, I knew that I didn’t fall out of that chair. God sent me to the floor. The doctor was giving many details that illustrated his view that option two probably made sense as the most viable solution for our situation. Marian was thrilled, as it fit her interest. I was not connecting the dots. I was not on board with the plan. And, I got a strong message. Thankfully, I realized it in the moment, and I did my best to refocus. By the end of the appointment, I acknowledged that I believed my wife had made the choice already. We agreed to think it over to solidify our decision, but I think we’re done with this one.

Admittedly, I still have reservations. If I were deciding alone, option one would be my choice, clearly. At the same time, in this case, the proper response would be to defer to Marian. Despite my knee-jerk reaction to Google every possible reason why option two is worse than option one, I am striving to refrain. Of course, I have looked up some information, so that we approach the matter with reasonable information. But, I won’t belabor the point.

For me, anything medically related involves research, questions and digging into the options with a goal of finding a holistic option if possible. If a traditional western approach is required, I want a practical, safe and sure solution. Marian does not take my approach and she includes an emotional perspective that differs from mine. Thankfully, though, I have peace of mind, knowing that God is in control, especially as he made His presence known to me today. His message to me was clear: in this case, my role is to listen and be supportive. Too bad I didn’t get it without being shoved into it.

Friday, January 22, 2010

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Kids, Kids, and More Kids.

Tonight, the second and third grader each have a friend over to spend the night.

I understand there was some drama before I got home. Screaming. Crying. Throwing of toys. Just another night at our house.

I came home with pizza, from Palio's. The last time we had kids over and served Palio’s it was a hit and there wasn’t a piece left. So, this time I bought more. Four pizzas. A chicken one with spinach and feta (for me). Vegetarian (for Marian). One pepperoni and one cheese (for the kids). The kids barely ate. My kids ate once piece each and started on their second. The friends each ate part of one piece. Part of one piece? And, Palio’s cuts their pizza into into small squares. Those poor kids are going to be hungry. Or, maybe a lot of junk was consumed before I got home?

Marian tells me that I shouldn’t have chosen whole wheat crust. Hmmm… I suppose that could be a factor. I like it. It seems healthier. What’s the difference? Do they even notice? But, there’s plenty of pizza left, and I ate a LOT myself, and I don’t even like pizza generally. So, mental note: kids don’t eat whole wheat pizza crust.

The dinner table conversation was wild. Bathroom humor in abundance. Try as you might, it’s not so easy to calm that down with six kids at the table. The four year old got right on board with those jokes. Someone said the word naked. What if… this… what if… that… bumping butts together? Oh no! And, yes, butts were bumped together, though, thankfully no one was anywhere near naked. Conversation over.

They’re in separate rooms now. Showers don’t fly when friends are over. The friends certainly don’t want to shower away from home. At their ages, I can understand, I think. I’m sort of a shower freak, and can’t really sleep if I don’t feel clean. Okay, that’s just me, I’m sure. They got wash cloths and instructions to wipe off the dirt at least, after playing outside.

One of the girls just scooted by on Briggs’ ride-on Thomas the Train toy. I suggested I could grab one of the Thomas DVDs if they wanted to watch it. No laughing.

They’re getting settled down now. The plan is to start movies in their rooms soon, and hope everyone stays quiet and gets tired. Fingers crossed.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

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POM Wonderful (Product Review).

The makers of POM Wonderful found Dog Makes Five and sent me some samples of their pomegranate juice. Tonight we tried it out, sharing a couple of 8oz bottles among six of us.

My nine-year-old daughter went first. “Strong, and a tiny bit sour, but I love it,” she said, followed by, “I want a lot more.”

My seven-year-old son said, with a grin, “That’s SOOOOO good! It’s so sour it makes you smile!”

His four-year-old brother emulated his response, “Ahh… That’s so good.”

Not to be outdone, the two-year-old added, “Ahhhhhhhh, sooo good. I want more please, daddy!”

Marian’s comment was, “It’s good. Kind of has an after taste, but good,” and, “It’s kind of a cute bottle!”

Truth be told, this was not my first taste of POM Wonderful. They make pomegranate teas too. I find the 100% Pomegranate juice tasty, but indeed rather tart. A sip or two doesn’t give a real feel for it. If you open a bottle for yourself, long before you finish it, you’ll find your lips pursed and your mouth puckered at the tartness. This is a drink best sipped like red wine, not slurped or guzzled like water or grape juice. Keep that in mind, and you’ll be fine. Dilute it with ice, and you might find it rather refreshing.

POM Wonderful touts the health benefits of their beverage product. They have funded scientific research on pomegranates. POM Wonderful claims to affect positive impact on cardiovascular functioning, prostate health and erectile function. Further, studies show POM to be a superior source of antioxidants. www.pomwonderful.com

My recommendation is to try it and see what you think. With potential health benefits like these, why not give it a taste?