Nation...the medical media have been warning for years of the possible cancerous side effects from hormone replacement therapy, which is used to treat the symptoms of perimenopause and more so menopause. These warnings come after a generation of women were injected with the urine of pregnant mares (Premarin...sound familar?) as well as whatever else they deemed usable.
When I first started really having bad perimenopausal symptoms (like last summer - when my depression first reared it's horrible head), I tearfully dumped on an older friend (like 60ish) of mine at work about how I couldn't...correction WOULDN'T...ever use such a product. It seemed completely unethical in my mind, akin to eating veal. My friend told me that she, at around age 45, started HRT and although it was recommended at the time that treatment usage not exceed 5 years, she had been on for 11 years and had come thru perimenopause with no crappy symptoms and no ill side effects!
With my recent wave of mutterings, I was thinking about that conversation and maybe exploring some tea type productsmaybe using some holistic type of skin cream. My friend, last week at work, told me that during a recent pelvic exam cancerous cells were found in the lining of her uterus - she would undergo a full hysterectomy on Jan 29th.
I think I would rather face the possibility of depression than to ever use the HRT and then face potential cancer.
Friday, January 29, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
January 25, 2010 - Looking toward the future
Nation...on Friday 1/22, I was given a stellar review of my work in 2009. So much so, that I felt it was time to propose a request to my boss that she allow me to restart my lunchtime classes at the gym across the street. She hemmed and hawed and wondered why I couldn't just work out for 30 minues and be back in 45, but I persisted, explaining that the classes last 1 hour and I'm old and purposely move slower so I don't slip and get hurt. Well, whatever part of that, she said yes. I was like on Cloud 9, but now can no longer use the "my boss won't let me go to the gym at lunchtime" excuse anymore.
On the homefront: I'm sure I've addressed here previously the fact that the husband has had no DL since 1984. Early November 2009, I began my letter-writing campaign to then governor Corzine asking him: 1st for a complete pardon (they called me and said they couldn't do that), and 2nd for an investigation into the DMV recordkeeping and some definitive answers to when he'd get the DL restored (that they COULD do). Weeks go by and we heard nothing. I figured it was lost in the black hole of state red tape. Lo and behold: January 5th, letter arrived from DMV (to me) re: the husbands DL. The term suspensions have expired (they didn't indicate how long ago), and all he needed to do was submit documentation that he completed the IDRC program and be re-evaluated. He completed that program in 1994 (still has the original signed form. Bless the pack-rats, I say) and today is the re-eval. Hope he keeps his jaded attitude to a minimum during the interview.
On the homefront: I'm sure I've addressed here previously the fact that the husband has had no DL since 1984. Early November 2009, I began my letter-writing campaign to then governor Corzine asking him: 1st for a complete pardon (they called me and said they couldn't do that), and 2nd for an investigation into the DMV recordkeeping and some definitive answers to when he'd get the DL restored (that they COULD do). Weeks go by and we heard nothing. I figured it was lost in the black hole of state red tape. Lo and behold: January 5th, letter arrived from DMV (to me) re: the husbands DL. The term suspensions have expired (they didn't indicate how long ago), and all he needed to do was submit documentation that he completed the IDRC program and be re-evaluated. He completed that program in 1994 (still has the original signed form. Bless the pack-rats, I say) and today is the re-eval. Hope he keeps his jaded attitude to a minimum during the interview.
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