Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Boston loves his grandma.

We spent two weeks with my mom in July and almost every day since we've been home Boston has asked me if we can go to grandma's lake house or if grandma can come over to our house. That kid loves his grandma and I think this is a great picture of them cuddled up together one morning.

Superheros.

This morning reminded me so much of some family home videos of Mark when he was younger. There is one where he's dressed up as superman and his sister is supergirl and Mark gets frusterated because her makeshift cape keeps falling off and he keeps trying to shove it back down her shirt. Well Boston wanted Lincoln to keep his spiderman mask on but for some strange reason he didn't like it and kept pulling it off. Every time Lincoln took it off Boston would grunt out of frusterating and put if back on him.

Donut Falls.

While Mark had some time off work we took the boys on a short hike up big cottonwood canyon. Donut Falls was the perfect hike because it was only 2 miles round trip and I was still sore from hiking timp a few days before so 2 miles was all I could handle with a 25 lb. child on my back. The boys loved the endless amount of rocks they could throw into the stream.

First day of school.

My handsom boys on their first day of school. Mark started a new unit at work and Boston started preschool! He was excited and went right in and sat down. He didn't seem to care at all when I left but I cried when I got back in the car without him. All morning I kept checking the clock because I was anxious to go pick him up and hear about his day and time seemed to go by so slow. He of course loved it and it's getting easier to drop him off.
I just love these boys!! =)

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Preferences.

Mark is meeting with his navy recruiter today to start the application process for active duty. It will still be a few months until we find out if he'll get approved and we get our first assignment but we'll need to submit our preferences soon. Soooo... where do we want to go?... Our top two choice are currently Pearl Harbor, Hawaii and Okinawa, Japan. We just can't decide what order to put them in. Since we don't know if we'll stay in the navy after our inital 3-year commitment that makes me feel like we should take advantage of living internationaly. But... since joining the military will already be a big culture change and since moving away from our families will be sad for us maybe Hawaii is a better choice. It will probably be more affordable for our friends and family to visit us in Hawaii than Japan and we want everyone to come visit. So we're undecided. What would you do?...
Here are pictures of the base in Hawaii:
They have the cutest base housing!! I got to see it in person 2 years ago while I was on vacation. I'm going to put dibs on this cute little blue house!
Here's the base in Okinawa:
Doesn't it look like paradise?!
kind of boring but still not bad.
So who's coming to visit?...

Monday, August 22, 2011

gotta love green smoothie girl.

Dear Oncology Practitioner:

Let’s lay down the weapons, and take up a flashlight instead. Let’s shine the light on whether cutting, burning, and poisoning really work. Let’s care about the human body’s sanctity, and the need we have for our immune system for the rest of our lives, more than we care about debate, defensiveness, and who’s right.

Let’s walk through a cancer ward and look, really look, at the patients. Burned, scarred, mutilated, missing their breasts or their digestive system, bald, jaundiced, crumbling bones, humbled to the depths, broken.

I’ve read about the high rate of burnout in your profession. It must be a difficult and dismal job.

The rancor and vitriolic debate over drugs versus non-toxic protocols: is it in the interest of public health? Can’t we open up to the possibility that diet plays a massive role not only in whether we get cancer in the first place, but in how we eliminate it and return to health?

It’s not a “quack” concept. It’s logical, grounded in tradition and science, and you will get comfortable with it only if you truly study it. That will involve reading books not available in medical school coursework.

I plead with you to stop telling your patients to drink Ensure and McDonald’s milkshakes. I’m asking you to consider the wisdom of telling them it doesn’t matter what they eat.

(How would your car run if you poured a McDonald’s milkshake in it?)

Will you read Joel Fuhrman’s seminal book Eat to Live, and then come talk to me about whether you can really say that diet makes no difference? Please take the time to read the literature documenting powerful things outside your medical education, that can make a profound difference in your patients’ lives.

Be prepared to be blown away by Dr. Fuhrman’s synthesis of hundreds of studies. They add up, he says, to more evidence that a plant-based diet prevents cancer, than we have evidence that smoking causes lung cancer. The evidence has become utterly voluminous, and it’s unconscionable to tell your patients their diet does not matter.

After you learn something about this huge body of literature and evidence and practices, please take a little time to teach your patients, because they will do what you say. Most of them hang their lives on the words that come out of your mouth.

Please lay down the weapon of insisting that until massive large-scale research studies are done, you won’t listen. Be part of ascertaining how we can accomplish those studies, since some vastly powerful industries will oppose it, and no industry has any financial interest in funding it.

Those who venture outside of Big Pharma’s methods are toiling on behalf of their patients, making very little money, without access to the means to undertake and publish double-blinded, placebo-controlled, longitudinal, peer-review-journal-published studies.

Few are “preying on the desperate.” Few are “quacks.” Like you, they want nothing more than to see people recover from cancer.

Instead of completely dismissing the idea, for instance, of Max Gerson’s or Ann Wigmore’s that drinking many green juices and carrot juices daily, and opening up the release mechanisms of organs of elimination, can starve out cancer and jump-start sluggish immune function—will you truly open your eyes to the thousands of living cancer survivors you can find all over the internet and in some studies who employed methods such as these?

Please stop insisting that because someone lived, after chemotherapy and radiation, that they were “cured” by those treatments. (And, fair enough, natural practitioners cannot claim the same! But their facilities are not war zones full of the walking wounded who’ve been crushed by the “cure.” So we may as well look carefully at what they’re doing rather than being haughty and dismissive.)

The statistics for your methods are disheartening. The survival rate for those who undergo the burning and poisoning methods, are not higher than the survival rates for those who do nothing. Especially when we look at the numbers games played with the statistics. And the chemo/radiation patient is then at massively higher risk of the cancer returning—having been treated with carcinogenic chemicals and radioactive burning waves. And our friends and family, the cancer patients, are wide open to any number of other health problems occurring because of the lethal damage done to them, body and spirit.

Please envision with me a world where everyone’s main goal is to find the truth, whatever its source. Maybe there is a limited place for chemotherapy—maybe the less toxic, more targeted, methods such as IPT (Insulin Potentiation Therapy) can be more effective, combined with preventative nutritional and supplementation strategies to change and heal malfunctioning cell metabolism and immune systems.

I believe we’ll start to solve the cancer epidemic only when the practitioners demand more from the cancer industry. I’m hoping that we can come together for the sake of the millions currently being treated for cancer and millions more in the future.

—Robyn Openshaw

Sunday, August 14, 2011

seven years.



Today is our anniversary. To celebrate we hiked timp on Friday night so that we could watch the sunrise from the top of the mountain. When I look back on these pictures that were taken when we were engaged I think man we were just babies then. It's crazy that we made one of the biggest decisions of our lives at such a young age but I'm so grateful that I married my best friend. He has taught me so much about life and love. I love you Mark.