I'm sorry, lisah.
Did you all know that radiolab did a story on micropreemies and didn't tell me
I was listening to that RadioLab on podcast last week, and I thought of you a lot, Kat. It was incredibly moving, and terrifying.
And even on NPR sites, one should be very cautious about reading comments.
I'm so sorry, lisah. It's very hard.
why can't it jump from the person being inoculated to someone else and cause them health problems/IRS audits/lycanthropy.
She probably thinks it can. The mere existence of vaccines is the problem.
It's amazing that her chances of breast cancer went from 87% to 5%.
Removing any woman's breasts reduces her chances of breast cancer by 90%.
I acknowledge that there are many wonderful holistic doctors working on alternatives to surgery.
Holistic? I think not. With the BCRA genes, the alternatives are mainly better screening and studies to find treatments that reduce the chances of developing cancer. For example, tamoxifen appears to reduce the chances of developing cancer in women with the BCRA2 gene, but not the BCRA1 gene.
"Family history" is a fuzzy concept. One thing that bothers me about massive coverage of family-related breast cancer is that more than 70 percent of the women who get breast cancer (including me) have no history of breast cancer in their families. It tends to give women with no family history a false sense of security.
Insurance companies these days will generally cover genetic screening for people who have a significant family history of breast cancer before age 50 and/or ovarian cancer, particularly when coupled with being of Ashkenazi, Dutch, Icelandic or Swedish descent.
I am so sorry Lisah. Uncle Bud was an awesome cat.
Good thoughts coming your way, lisah.
That photo shows a happy and well-loved kitty--sorry for your loss, but thank you for giving him a good life.
Lisa, I am so sorry. I'm glad I got a chance to meet him - he was a special kitty.
Good night, sweet Uncle Bud. A flight of angels wing thee to thy rest.
oh lisah, I'm so sorry.
I"ve had a morning. Noah and I are back from his dentist -- he had an extraction of a molar. I watched them sedate him (Versed is amazing and has a short half life) and then strapped him down on a table and gave him a crown and extracted a molar. It was pretty scary.
Now he's on the couch watching Charlie Brown Christmas (it was his choice) and I'm here with him. The molar they took came out clean, which is nice. I think the tooth fair will write him a letter and he'll get enough to buy stratego with his saved money + tooth money.
I'm so sorry, Lisa.
ugh, poor Noah. Poor Kat. Dentists are among the worst places to be a parent/significant other-spectator.
Agreed, Sox. Though he's super stoked that he lost his first tooth. The dentist is really great, actually. Very kind and she tells him what she's about to do every time she does something. which lowers his anxiety, but not necessarily mine.
I don't want to do anything else today.