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What A Dog Can Teach You…

IZZY FRIENDS, PUPPY 071Just got this email and thought I would pass it along…

Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish Wolfhound named Belker.  The dog’s owners, Ron, his wife Lisa, and their little boy Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping for a miracle.

I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer.

I told the family we couldn’t do anything for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.

As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for six-year-old Shane to observe the procedure as they felt that Shane might learn something from the experience.

The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker’s family surrounded him.

Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on.  Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away.

The little boy seemed to accept Belker’s transition without any difficulty or confusion.

We sat together for a while after Belker’s Death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives.

Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, “I know why.”

Startled, we all turned to him.

What came out of his mouth next stunned me.  I’d never heard a more comforting explanation.  It has changed the way I try and live.

He said, “People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life — like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?”

The Six-year-old continued, “Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don’t have to stay as long.”

Remember, if a dog was the teacher you would learn things like:
�  When loved ones come home, always run to greet them;
�  Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride;
�  Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure Ecstasy;
�  Take naps;
�  Stretch before rising;
�  Run, romp, and play daily;
�  Thrive on attention and let people touch you;
�  Avoid biting when a simple growl will do;
�  On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass;
�  On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree;
�  When you’re happy, dance around and wag your entire body;
�  Delight in the simple joy of a long walk;
�  Be loyal;
�  Never pretend to be something you’re not;
�  If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it;
�  When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by, and nuzzle them gently;

There comes a time in life, when you walk away from all the drama and people who create it.

You surround yourself with people who make you laugh, forget the bad, and focus on the good, so, love the people who treat you right.

Think good thoughts for the ones who don’t ~ life is too short to be anything but happy.

Falling down is part of LIFE…
Getting back up is LIVING…

DON�T COMPLAIN ABOUT GROWING OLD�
SOME PEOPLE DON�T GET THAT PRIVILEGE!

Reconsidering The Gardasil Shot

Ok, so the first comments I have ever received from posting my blog post on twitter were angry ones. But to be honest with you, I was so excited to actually get a comment, I was ecstatic!

Then I read these ‘said’ comments that were posted on my blog. Even more frantic comments came through on my twitter.  They are from hurt/devastated/angry mothers whose child has taken the Gardasil shot, had a bad reaction and consequently,  have died.  Good grief.  At first I thought to myself: Don’t we all take risks when we do anything?  I mean seriously, people die from bad reactions to Tylenol for Heavens sakes.  Is it just a fluke thing, something none of us can control?  As I sat up in my bed watching the Monday night’s The Bachelor and all those young girls make complete nerds out of themselves, I clicked through each link I had been sent from the grieving mothers.  One by one I read desperate and devastated mothers explain their stories of how their child went from happy, healthy and alive to sick, worn down with pain and sometimes dead.

I felt my stomach tighten in a knot  as I watched a girl dressed in a white brides dress skip through the Bachelors house and happily accept her rose. We all want to see our daughters happily skip along in that wedding dress, don’t we?  With so many opinions, how do we know what is right for our child? I have many, many friends that have given their child the shot and there were absolutely no side effects at all. But Then, I think of myself and what kind of mother I am.

After all, I am the mother who has never ever taken her daughter to have her ears pierced.  It’s not that I don’t like pierced ears, I love me some sassy bling.  But… You’re not stabbing my daughters ear lobe with that knife like thing.  I’ve told her all along if that’s what she wants to do, she can wait until she is 12 and her daddy can take her.  I will have no part in doing something that causes her even the slightest bit of pain.

I’m also the same mother who just the other day when her 17 year old son started showing his tail in the movie theatre and refused to answer my texts of his whereabouts, (he thinks I’m too over protective – sheesh!) I simply informed him that he had 60 seconds to return to me or I would personally go up to the manager of the movie theatre, explain that my son is most likely being mauled by a sick and perverted pedophile and could he please close down the entire movie theatre where we could go from theatre to theatre to save him from the clutches of this deranged derelict that has kidnapped him.

(Wouldn’t that the only reason he’s not answering my texts?  He’s being strangled/beaten/molested?)

Think I’m being a lil overzealous?

The kid returned to me in 53 seconds.  Not 60.

My children have good reason to fear that their single momma will follow through on her threats.  When pushed, that is.  If they forget, I can always remind them of the time they disobeyed me at Disney World’s private island Castaway Cay when they sneaked out a lil too far snorkeling.  Boy howdy doody were they surprised to hear a loud whistle blow and then their very own names called out on the giant mega phone: “Jake and Isabelle, you have gone out too far.  You’re mother is waiting for you on the beach.  Please return to your mother immediately.”  Every kid on that cruise ship watched in horror as my two children trudged through the water, their snorkel masks dragging the oceans waves and back onto the beach. The rest of their day was snorkleless.  Harsh? They broke the rules.  Period. Oh yea, my kids know the rules: don’t mess with the single momma.

So, with all this said, here is my take on the Gardasil shot:

It just isn’t worth it.  At least not to me. I can’t take the chance that my child might be the one who has the bad reaction; that maybe they wouldn’t be returned to me…ever. I think everybody has to do some real soul searching and figure out what is right for their children. This is simply what I have decided for us, my teeny tiny family of three. (Small but mighty!)  I included the links that I read through.  I think this is all of them.  If there are any more, feel free to send them to send and I will post them.

http://truthaboutgardasil.org/memorial/

http://vaccineliberationarmy.com/gardasil-deaths-account-for-over-60-of-all-vaccine-related-death-reports/

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/marcia-g-yerman/an-interview-with-dr-dian_b_405472.html

http://www.thepetitionsite.com/14/investigate-gardasil-vaccine-risks-now/

After reading those gut wrenching links, the only shot I’m considering is one like this lil guy below. 🙂

Is The Gardasil Shot Safe?

A few months ago, I took Jake for his annual doctors check up.  She checked his eyes, ears, nose, you name it, she checked it. She asked about his studying skills, driving skills and social skills. This brought us to the subject of  “it.”  “It” Meaning: Jake is 17 years old and is on the verge of becoming VERY social.

ERGO:  The Gardasil shot is a very important vaccine to consider. For those of you who are un teached in the tween/teen world, it’s a vaccine that helps guard your child against HPV.  HPV is very dangerous, non curable and causes 70% of all cervical cancer.  The vaccine was first approved in 2006 for girls ages 9-26 then later approved for boys. Personally, I was all for it.  Several years ago, a friend of a friend of a friend got snagged by …well you know….HPV.  She was completely devastated.  Even though I didn’t know her that well, I felt so bad for her.  She went into a deep depression, swore off any chance of having a relationship and she was mad.  Very, very mad.

And I don’t blame her.  It was one bad decision that will stay with her for the rest of her life.

So, that day, several months ago, sitting in the doctors office, I said “YES” to the Gardasil shot.  Unfortunately, Jake said “NO” to the shot.  This was not surprising.  When it comes to shots, my son Jake is the biggest chicken I have ever met.  He has no qualms about sprinting out of the examining room through the office waiting area, down the hall and out into the parking lot in 22 seconds flat – just to avoid a shot.  Over the years I have used sweet talk, bribes, threats, and full frontal body force just so my child will receive his yearly inoculations.  I’m 5’1, it ain’t been easy.

His doctor advised me that it was the safe thing to do and I should go ahead with the shot.  What could Jake possibly say?  It is for his own safety! It would be tricky, I mean I think the boy only outweighs me by about 20 pounds, BUT… I can still sit on him if needed to pin him down. But then, a small glitch in my plan.  It comes in 3 different shots.  Could I manage to hold down my 17 year old 3 times in the next 6 months?  As I observed the terror in his eyes and watched in dismay as his feet began trembling; stirring up dust bunnies on the examining room floor, it was then that I made a choice.  I’d have to go home and discuss it with Jake; inform him of the dangers of HPV and reiterate the fact that “mommy can’t hold you down to the shiny metal table with blunt force forever….one day you will have to grow up and take it like a man.”

So we have ‘the talk’ and after several vivid and colorful pictures via Google images showing Jake just exactly what HPV can do to a person, my child is prepped and ready for his 3 shot series.

And then she called.  She, meaning my mother.  The conversation went a little like this:

MOM:  “The Gardasil shot?  You’re not giving that poor child that shot, are you?  Why, haven’t you read the papers?!!!?  Sissie, how could you???!!!”

As if I’m stabbing my child with a doubled sided razor sharp carving knife directly through his heart…..

MOI:  “Errrr.  Ummm.  No, I haven’t seen anything in the paper.” (As if I even read the paper.)  “Why?”

MOM:  All exasperated and out of breath: “Don’t you EVER watch the news?  When will you ever grow up and take responsibility??!!”

MOI: “Errrr uummmm.  Well, I thought that’s what I was doing by planning on giving him the Gardasil shot.”

MOM:  “Well, if you had bothered to watch the news or read the paper, you would know that the Gardasil shot leads to brain tumors!  Are you trying to give your child cancer?”

MOI: “HUH?????????”

So I’ve sat on my duff for about six months now, trying to ask around to see if any of my friends had ever heard such dastardly things about the Gardasil shot.  I’m trying to help my child, not hurt him.  I call Izzy’s pediatrician.

“Hi my name is Sissie Dale and my daughter is 13 and my son is 17. I was wondering if Dr. Whozit believes in and recommends the Gardasil shot?  My mother has told me it will give them brain tumors.”

After waiting 17 minutes, (it’s a very busy office and I can’t help but to wonder if its because she is extremely busy doling out 100’s of shots filled with brain tumor juice????)  Finally, she returns to the phone.

The outcome? My daughters doctors office claims the shot is completely safe and highly recommended. Plus….no reports of brain tumors.  Next, I called My son’s doctors office just to double check that they haven’t changed their minds in the last six months.  The outcome? Completely safe and recommended.

I ask my friends whose children have received the shot and whether or not they are fainting, having seizures, developed Guillain Barre syndrome and are so weak they are having trouble holding their pencils at school? The outcome?  Nope.  All is well and HPV safe and… not a brain tumor in sight.

Still, I’m anxious. I go on line and try to study up.  Instantly, I am bombarded on this one site where hysterical mothers are claiming:

Fainting on day of inoculation and skin infections, 18,000 reports of Guillian Barre, lupus, seizures, paralysis, blood clots, brain inflammation and many more.

Turns out, only 10% of girls who get HPV will it turn out to be cervical cancer so why risk all the other side effects such as the ones above?

I’m panting like a dog and fidgeting at my computer this morning when Jake sits next to me with a message.  “Mom, all this is unfiltered garbage.  Look up the CDC.  (Center for Disease control.)

So that’s what I do:

CDC says: “Gardasil continues to be safe and effective and its benefits continue to out weigh its risks.”  What can a mother do?

I’m going to get my children…the shot.

http://www.cdc.gov/vaccinesafety/Vaccines/HPV/HPVArchived.html