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Thursday, June 23, 2011

Man, I Talk WAY too Much About Cows!

I must rant a little..
I just read an article about the moral and ethical opposition to cloning animals for meat.
Insert Eye Roll Here:
First, lets just put aside the moral and ethical stickiness for just a moment. That is just pesky detail at this point in time and really, it is irrelevant until a few other issues are clarified.
I think this country has gone completely mad! I see products invented, and sold that are more cumbersome, more expensive and less efficient than their predecessors. People are creating and buying and inventing just to be doing so. Often there is no actual service provided. We have a 'newer must be better' attitude and it is destroying all known logic.
For instance, have you taken a good look at the pharmaceutical industry? Imitrex was an invaluable addition to the pharmaceutical industry. Many people, such as myself, who were previously unable to get relief from debilitating migraines, were suddenly given a medication that not only eliminated the migraine, but had no "dopey" side effects to battle. So, recently comes a new drug in the battle against migraines. It is advertised to be the newest miracle in relief. It has a brand new patent, so sells for a much more inflated price, and it is called, Treximet. The name and advertisement peeked my interest, so I looked it up. Yes, there is something up, Treximet is a combination of Imitrex and naproxen sodium... commonly known as the brand ALEVE. Yes.. we would never figure that out right? Pay the much higher price for the newer medication rather than pay the lower price and take your own naproxen sodium... (BTW, that also comes in a generic form.)
What? You might be thinking that I picked on poor Treximet, right? No.. I happen to have a row of heart medications in my cabinet that violate the same rules. Cardiac medications are really good at it.. change the mix a bit so that we will continue to pay brand name prices. "Newer is better" right?
Now, on to more important nonsense. The FDA has decided that certain types of genetically modified vegetables are NOT safe for consumption. Genetically modified corn comes to mind first. We watched as hundreds of products were pulled from shelves as the decision was made about its safety...
First, it was already being sold to people to feed to human beings, second and most absurdly, it was deemed safe to feed to livestock. Wait just a moment. What IS livestock? Pre-food right? So, I should not eat the modified corn, I should not feed it to my children, but once it is consumed by a cow and becomes ground beef or steaks, it is then safe and purified? This logic absolutely astounds me! Honestly, purchasing food is now so complicated if you actually care about such things. The labels have become as goofy as our regulation system. An organic sticker may not guarantee pesticide free, chemical free or free range. Basically, there is an application process for the sticker, and somewhere "organic" has also lost its meaning. We should have guessed when the prices of organic produce began to compete with the 'regular" stuff.
Back to food cloning... Sheesh, I told you I needed to rant...
Okay, so did anyone else read the little details about cloning animals? It is not currently possible to clone a creature at the end of its life and have it live an entire 'normal' life cycle. The DNA is aged. Apparently, the DNA has a time stamp. A "BEST WHEN USED BY" date. We don't really understand it, but it should perhaps also have a warning sticker. Stay with me, this really is not that complex.
So, a bovine embryo is created... the old fashioned way on July 1, 2011... This embryo grows and becomes a fetus then out plops a calf on April 9, 2012. Some farmer scratches his head and decides that the new legislation will allow him to increase his herd and profits exponentially by cloning. (For this argument of silliness, lets just say there is no cost to cloning, maybe it will be a federally sponsored event.)
Little Bessie the cow is cloned on her first birthday. Theoretically, Bessie II will have a normal 282 day gestation and be born on January 16, 2013. Wait, the DNA in Bessie II is already 22 months older than it was intended to be... Maybe this is not obvious to you... So... Bessie is well kept, milked only to support the farmers family and lives to a ripe old age of 14. Bessie II does not have a "normal" life expectancy. From what I have read, she probably would die sooner do to DNA damage during cryation as well as that "time stamp".
Do I feed the children Bessie II's milk? DNA is a pretty tricky material. Scientists and Doctors really just do not understand enough about it to be making these decisions. We know that things change DNA, and some are trying to alter this "time stamp" already. Guess what? Cancer is a horrible example of DNA mutation. My concern isn't just cancer, it is for the diseases and illnesses that we have not yet created.
30 years ago, BSE was unheard of. In 1984, a farmer called for help because ONE of his cattle seemed ill. It was arching its back and losing weight. By 1987 it was nightly news in England. Herds were being slaughtered, scientists were puzzled. In investigation was set up to determine the implications on human health. In 1989, a ban was placed on all BSO related food sources even though there had been no link to human illness or the possibility there of at that time. The statement was made that "If our assessments of these likelihoods are incorrect, the implications would be extremely serious."
Yes, that is correct, they did not wait until they could prove that 8 out of 10 mice would die from infected materials. They did not make excuses, saying "Well, that mouse probably would have died anyway, and the other mice dies from emotional problems." No, they just banned it, period!
Why do I talk about the cows so much? I rarely ever ate meat when I was younger, but this still affects me today. I cannot donate blood or organs because the CDC recommended at first that I wait 15 years to be safe, now they have changed their guidelines to "lifetime" for me. Would you like to know why? By 1996, there had been six cases of humans getting a similar illness after eating infected meat. There is no cure for this illness. In humans it is called vCJD..This is the human form of BSE. ( I'm not spelling that one out for you. I don't really feel like going all the way through the scientific history on CJD now, it is long winded.~ Do not laugh.) If you get it, you stumble, lose control of your mind and body, and then you die. It is not pleasant. Why does it matter? There are more elderly being diagnosed now with CJD and vCJD. It is suspected that the disease may 'incubate' for many years after infection. (They are now considering that it may lay dormant for up to 60 years.)
Why does it matter, because people are people. If a farmer notices a cow may not look quite right, rather than waiting to confirm and receive 50% of its value, why not go ahead and send it to slaughter a little early?
So... back to the cloning. BSE was thought to have been 'created' by feeding cow proteins to cows.. (Basically, grinding up whatever bits, adding it to the feed as a supplement.) We created a horrific disease that cannot be cured, incinerated, or otherwise destroyed. Do you see why I am concerned?
We are what we eat. Do I believe the FDA, when they allow something until it kills "too many" people? I tend to think that one unnecessary death is too many, especially if it is my family. Do I simply believe that it will all be just fine? To quote again, "If our assessments of these likelihoods are incorrect, the implications would be extremely serious." It is an understatement to be sure because people will be people. It is just a matter of time before someone leaves out important information just to make more money. It is just a matter of time before obvious implications are cloaked. What is terribly sad is that these are not magicians with elaborate tricks. The information is actually available to all of us, but it is a whisper with the constant shouts and screams of mass marketing drowning it. Is it really all about the money?
Okay, so I have gone on and on and not said it.. The common name for BSE is "MAD COW DISEASE".

Friday, June 17, 2011

Almost Speechless


    

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Not a Beach Bum .....yet

      I am not a typical beach bum... I do not like to lay out and tan, I also do not surf and am not a proficient swimmer. I do not have a beach body. So, I guess I am not really a beach bum at all. 
     When I travel to my favorite beach. I do not take chairs or a blanket. I carry a bag with few items. Sunscreen, towels, cameras, snacks and water. Occasionally, we will also bring a bucket to make castles or collect shells.  I have tried lugging chairs, blankets, books, umbrellas... I just do not enjoy myself that way. I do not like to sit or lay there and feel my skin cooking. I love to walk around. I love to try to get the perfect pictures.  I love this particular beach.
    This one particular beach has never been crowded when I have been there. In fact, we practically have the beach to ourselves.  Yes, we do pay to travel on the road that leads to the beach. We pay $8.00 for the week.  For $25.00, we can use the road for a year.  I consider it a bargain. For $8.00, I get to see this beach, walk around, collect shells, play with my children take pictures without someone else's family in them. Oh... occasionally, the sounds of my children and the waves are interrupted by the Blue Angels practicing.  I believe Thursdays they go through their entire show, and they fly over my favorite beach several times. Is it a nuisance or a free show?  I love this beach.


      I am already looking for houses in the Florida Panhandle. I have not found the perfect house yet. The time isn't quite right. I know that my family is not ready to move to Florida just yet. I am willing to wait for the right house and the right time. In the meantime, I wonder if I will still love this beach as much if I can visit it more than twice each year. What if this is just my version of a mid-life crisis? 
     I really cannot spend too much time on the worry.  Right now this is a dream in progress. It is meant to be desired and savored. It is not meant to be picked apart by fear and worry.  It is meant to be breathtaking and spectacular.  It is meant to be a dream until it is able to become my reality. Someday, I will be able to go to this peaceful place year round.
    Oh, I hear you wondering if my beach will become noisy, overcrowded, polluted, or otherwise ruined before I can live my dream.  Well, it is not likely, since my favorite beach is protected. It is part of a bird nesting area and is well guarded.  It is a long 8 mile road and sometimes the speed limit is 5 mph.  I love this beach. Hopefully, there will be no change to the protected status of this beach.
     I leave you with this taste of my dream...
    


Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Time and Butterflies Eyes

   This vacation has been so wonderful!  I have been looking forward to coming back since the moment I left last year. I love it here.
     I think everyone finds some place that is paradise for them.  When I was younger, it was England.  It was wonderful and magical beyond words when I was young. So even as my friends would speak only of how they wanted to go back to the "states", I was perfectly content with my arrangement. I lived in England for 11 years and came to the U.S. for a month each year for Thanksgiving and Christmas.  I really and truly had the best of both worlds during that time.
     Time has never really been my enemy. Before my brain injury, I was much more obsessed with it. It was as if I was in a competition with time. I worked 40-50 hours per week, I volunteered at school, I helped my children with their homework every single day and I attended all school events and sports games. I slept an average of 4 hours per day, but I was winning. I was not losing "time" with my children to "time" for my job.  So I thought anyway.
    That knock on my head was a knock at the door also.  I was able to see that I was doing the absolute best I could for my kids, but I was still too tired to actually savor any of it. It felt like a competition. I lived by celebrating each victory over time. Once I recovered enough to think about it, I could see that I really could do better. That I had been there in body, but I was usually too exhausted to really step in and enjoy life.
   So this brings me to today.  My grandfather asked me to combine my trip with his this year. My grandparents do not fly and they wanted to come to see my mom.I planned as well as I could. I spoke to my daughters a lot about safety.  They are old enough now to not wander off, so it was time to enlist their help.
    My grandmother is wonderful.  I have spent my whole life using my grandmother as my anchor.  Grandma's house, grandma's rules and grandma's beautiful smile were the only stable thing in my life when I was younger. I am the oldest of many grandchildren, and I always believed myself to be her favorite. (I know now that she is the most gifted grandmother, since we all felt that way.)
    My grandmother has had a stroke and is going through her own change. She is insistent about what she does or does not want to do now. She forgets things and sometimes has speech difficulties. She gets confused by words she has known forever. I explained to my girls that we do not want to upset grandma or hurt her feelings, but that at no time during this trip was grandma to be left alone. We would all be careful to "need' something at the same time to be sure she did not wander.  Sometimes now, grandma just gets annoyed with her current surroundings and looks for somewhere else to be.
    Her eyes get more sparkly and blue each time I see her.  She really has always had the most beautiful eyes, but now, they seem to just shine more so I asked my grandfather if I was imagining that. He said that he had noticed too and that they seem to sparkle more as her cares and worries are taken from her.
    What a loving way to explain it.
     Tomorrow will be two years since my daughter found me not breathing and called for help.  Even as I write this, I am very aware of how I am on "borrowed" time now.  In my family, we call this grace. I did nothing to deserve it. I do not own it. Yet I am here to enjoy this time with my children a little longer.  I was here to help my grandmother when she had the stroke. I was here to reassure those family members out of town that she was okay. I was here for a little longer.
    Even as I am here now, watching my grandmother call my mom by my name, and calling my daughter by my cousin's name, I know that it is still grace.
    Time is a little more complicated now. It almost seems cruel for those who are not able to have as much of it with grandma. Maybe my grandma uses my name so much because she has seen me so much these last twenty years.  Maybe my name is just one of the last things that stuck before her brain was injured. I do not know. I know that it is a blessing for me and a curse for my mom. My mom is aware that usually it is the other way around. I know this because we have talked about this. I actually said the words, "She will remember you long after she has forgotten me."  I guess I could not have known.
    I love my grandmother with all my heart.  I am sad that now time seems to be a little cruel, but in the same way, I believe it is preparing us all.  My grandmother is having trouble using words for what she means, she is easily confused, but I know that my grandmother is becoming pure love. We all know we need to spend more time with her. We all see how much we love her. We are being prepared. When she leaves this earth, she will be similar to a butterfly, this cocoon stage may be a little messy and even painful, but she will be more free and more beautiful.
    If my grandmother were a butterfly, I would know her anywhere by her beautiful eyes.
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