Is anyone else sick of Don Tolman yet?

I don't think my one-sided battle with Don Tolman* is the most controversial thing I've ever written about. It is however, the one topic that I've gotten the most attention from. Those posts are the most clicked upon, and have gotten the most feedback. I get a lot of nasty e-mails, and a few polite ones, telling me where to shove my opinions. Today, I got a very polite comment on this post. I'll post it here as well (See what happens when you're nice to me? I publish you twice!): 

There are many others who speak of Apricot Seeds as a cure for cancer.

G.Edward Griffin for one. Check out this short film- quite interesting to say the least. 

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=4312930190281243507

My Girlfriend's mother was diagnosed with breast cancer last year. She was incredibly willing to try the apricot seeds and after only two weeks of taking them the cancer before had decresed by almost half it's originally diagnosed size.

After the surgery to remove what was left the doctors told her that they were suprised to see that it had shrunk so dramatically in such a short time. She didn't however mention anything to the Doctor or her GP about the seeds because of the controversy over vitiman B17/leatrile/amagdalyn as the active chemical compound in apricot seeds is known as. 

I highly recommend them even if you don't have cancer. about five a day is sufficient for prevention.

Here's to a world without Cancer!

J.

Here is my response:

J, 

I'm glad your girlfriend's mother's cancer shrank, and I hope she is recovering well. I do hope she does decide to discuss any homeopathic treatments with her doctors. Whether they agree with her decision, I believe it's very important that her doctors know so that they don't prescribe anything that might counteract with such methods. Since, we're giving each other links to follow. Please feel free to follow this path:

http://www.cancerhelp.org.uk/help/default.asp?page=21859 

I would like to paraphrase the part that reads "The active cancer killing ingredient in laetrile is cyanide. Cyanide, as you probably know, is highly poisonous." The page does go farther to explain why laetrile has been used as an alternative cancer treatment, and the several decades of research (in Russia, USA - National Cancer Institute) that have been put into this possible cure. And as of 2006, this treatment has been found to be inconsistent. "The second study looked at whether laetrile had any effect on shrinking cancer tumors in 175 patients. Of these patients, only one person had any apparent response to laetrile and this only lasted for 10 weeks. Seven months after the study, all the patients’ cancers had continued to grow." I sincerely hope that your girlfriend's mother is a great exception. I also support more cancer research into this. However, I hope that anyone considering trying this method understands the risks. If you're not careful, you can die from cyanide poisoning. And you thought cancer was your biggest worry!

Bless,
Jane

A few more notes I feel important to mention. 

"Side effects of laetrile

Laetrile contains cyanide, which is a type of poison. So the side effects of laetrile are the same as those of cyanide.  

These include  

Sickness  

Headache  

Dizziness  

Liver damage  

A lack of oxygen to the body tissues  

A drop in blood pressure  

Drooping eyelids  

Fever  

Nerve damage, causing loss of balance and difficulty walking  

Confusion, coma and eventually death  

If you do take laetrile as tablets, it is very important that you avoid eating

Raw almonds  

Crushed fruit stones or pips  

Celery  

Apricots  

Peaches  

Beansprouts  

Carrots  

High doses of vitamin C  

Beans - mung, lima, butter and other pulses  

Flax seed  

Nuts

All these can increase the risk of cyanide poisoning if you take them with laetrile because they contain low levels of amygdalin. (These foods are safe when you eat them without laetrile because the levels of amygdalin in them are low.)" All of that was taken directly from (without permission, because I am a naughty girl): http://www.cancerhelp.org.uk/help/default.asp?page=21859#sfx

*This all started here. With a stupid forward I got sent at work.

Still sick

Mr. J brought this home from work yesterday. Awesome!

Sick Day

This is me, today, home from work, sick. Notice the dirty t-shirt. I also curled my hair in a half-assed attempt to look pretty. However, half-way through the styling process, I got bored and threw my hair into two pigtails. To keep the boredom way, I also re-alphabetized Mr J and my dvd's. Because, if "Dark Crystal" is shelved before "Dark City", THE TERRORISTS WIN!

Living in the Duke City

I like living in Albuquerque. I like that a traffic jam is unheard of here. I like our inexpensive cost of living. I like our local rock bands. I like driving around town and pointing out places where movies were shot. ("Look! On that corner, Optimus Prime got kicked in the balls, while on a cigarette break.") And I love teaching new residents of ABQ the roles. Teaching them things like: "The Sandia Mountains were named after the pink color they turn during the sunset. Sandia means Watermelon." "Don't ever try a newspaper at the News Stand. It's actually a porn shop." "Don't ever try to buy a bag of ice at the ice house. It's actually a strip club." "You can spot a hooker by the water bottle she/he carries." and "Yes, you're not seeing things. We have at least two Adult Video stores for every Starbucks."

Ten 10

Ten years ago, I was just figuring out this whole internet thing. I had created a huge website full of my random writings (a lot like this blog, but even less organized). 

Ten years from now, I hope that everyone stops quoting the Southpark movie, mmm'kay?

Don't get me wrong, it was hilarious at the time. But enough is enough!

What I've been up to instead of blogging...

She died for your sins!

Rats that fly

Last weekend, Mr J and I left our two beautiful cats, and ventured on a roadtrip of epic proportions. We drove for 6 1/2 hours to Denver, CO. He went to visit his family. I went to visit Lizard and to attend Heather Armstrong's book signing. He had a great time, I had a great time. But what really made the trip worth it? The conversation on the ride home.

Mr J: "So what did you and Lizard do while I was kickin' it with my nieces?"

Suicidal Jane: "You know, the usual. We drank, watched movies, I dyed her hair and then put a streak in my own."

Mr J: "Cool."

Suicidal Jane: "Oh, and she made me dinner. Pigeon. It was really good, she's a good cook!"

Mr J: "Hmm. Are you sure it was pigeon and not dove?"

Suicidal Jane: "It was pigeon. Dove's too expensive."

Mr J: "How'd she cook it?"

Suicidal Jane: "Just put some steak seasoning on it and threw it on the grill. Very tasty."

Mr J: "Wow, I'm really proud of you for eating that. You're usually so picky."

Suicidal Jane: "What are you talking about? There was no gross sauce involved. It was just a  season salt mix..."

Mr J: "I mean, trying pigeon! I didn't know you could buy that!"

Suicidal Jane: "What are you talking about? You know that when I say pigeon, I mean it was chicken, right?"

Mr J: "You didn't eat pigeon?!"

Suicidal Jane: "Uh... no."

Mr J: "It's like I don't even know who you are anymore?!!"

I love the goober, but it's clear we don't speak the same language....

Update: Mr J told me I was an ass for posting this