Post #50.

Coming to you live, from blogger.com, it's my 50th post with milestones, including an international readership consisting of people in ten different countries, pinterest followers, and being NED.

No more fakebook connected to my blog.  That was pointless, since the majority of my readership comes from pinterest, go figure.

Fifty percent of my readers are reading through various WinDoze devices, all others are utilizing all other operating systems.  Browser info is none of my damn business; use what you want as you want to peruse, read, and surf the internet.

569 Followers on Pinterest.  A Valid Option has 316 and has international followers, from businesses for medicinal use cannabis, medical doctors, people who want to know more, learn more medical information about international studies done on it for various health problems, researchers and collectors of anecdotal information for themselves, family members, or to share with their health care providers, and others like me who believe it should be presented as a legal and valid option for health care.

Never did I ever think when I started collating medical information that I'd wind up with an international following of that particular board that would perhaps help others seeking such information.  I just know what was done to me in the name of "medicine" that was nothing more than legalized torture and abuse, and it was wrong on so many levels, it's not even funny.  I didn't have all options presented to me to be able to choose my own medical care in an informed manner, it was chosen for me, and I do believe cannabis oil should have been presented as a valid and legal option, right along with whatever else is legal, such as big pharma poisons.  If you don't fucking believe this happens with oncology patients having information withheld from them, and the decisions regarding their health care taken from them because that information isn't presented to them, you should probably click the back button because I'm sure some of my content here will offend you, especially when I say it does happen, it's happened to other people who have told me about it, so I know it wasn't just me that had such a thing occur.  JS 

I am currently NED. Diagnosed in 7/2011. I was given one (over) dose of TCH, then four weekly doses of herceptin, three months of weekly doses of taxol and herceptin, bilateral mastectomy done 1/2012, then six months of once every three weeks of CMF and herceptin. 

I was diagnosed at age 44 as grade three, stage three, invasive in ductal HER2+ breast cancer, either 12 or 16 nodes were removed, 4 of which were supposedly positive. I had absolutely no risk factors, other than for having breasts. Non-smoker, non-drinker, no family history of breast cancer, BRCA was negative, no artificial crap hormones like birth control pills for decades, no artificial hormone replacement therapy crap, I breastfed my three baby monkeys (sons) at least a year, wasn't really overweight aside from needing to lose ten or twelve pounds, and was very active.

No radiation, no reconstruction, am concave on my upper chest. Current oncologist says he would consider me "cured" if I can get to five years out from my surgery date. I've made it three years, I have one year and eleven months left.

That is a milestone because now I have less than two years to count down to the five years out from surgery.

And, if you hadn't noticed, I've used my original horsedoovers name, because I am the original and authentic HorseDoovers.  Any other one isn't me.  JS

I'm really not always rude.

Lest anyone who was  kind enough to leave a comment think I was being rude by not replying to the comments they left, I have no fucking clue why my replies to your comments didn't do show up.

In spite of blogging off and on since 2003 and being on the internet for 20+ years now, there's some things I still haven't figured out yet or I figure it out and then the format/user friendliness changes and I'm back to square one in my technical illiteracy.

So, I apologize for my technical failure and I do hope you come back to visit on occasion.

Yesterday, I washed my hair with a teaspoon of baking soda dissolved in twelve ounces of water and then I rinsed it with two tablespoons of white vinegar diluted in two cups of water (this acidic rinse restores the pH balance of my scalp and is necessary after the alkalinity of the baking sda), so I'm having a damn fine fucking hair day today.  I had a good hair day yesterday after my hair dried.  My hair has body, is fabulously shiny and smells clean and is halfway down my back.  And no, I have no damage from using the baking soda as a wash because I only use it maybe once a month.  This is what I attribute my hair to going back to normal growing after a year of chemo.  Six months after I had finished chemo, my hair was still not growing and I hated it because all it did was stick out.

After researching hair care products, methods, and whatever else I could find, I decided on not using conventional hair care products.  After all, if my hair messed up, all I had to do was shave it again and start over.  Believe it or not, there have been people who did not A--believe I shaved my own head when my hair started falling out from the first (over)dose of chemo and B--wouldn't believe if I messed up my hair by these unconventional hair care methods that I would, in fact, shave my head again.  (Obviously they have no fucking clue about me because when I got diagnosed, I went and got my nose pierced and they won't believe I want ink done, which  I still don't have ink to cover the fugly scars on my chest because of taking a blood thinner right now.  Or they don't believe at my age, I can and do walk around with my gray streak of hair colored purple.)  Just because you wouldn't think of doing something unique doesn't mean I don't think and act upon doing something unique.

Just saying.

I'm rearranging my blog here and putting together a page from it for the Bunker Punk links and one for breast cancer related links since my links to other sites in the sidebar is rather long.

And speaking of links, like I said, I've been on the internet 20+ years now.  I know how the reciprocation thing works.  If I'm linking to someone and they actually communicate with me about it and say they will link to me in return and then don't, well, I'm going to ditch that link, especially if the person is claiming to want to help other people.  Shouldn't resources like that be shared, rather than kept one sided?  Wtf?  If I can hunt down and find links to helpful stuff for other people who have had their lives wrecked by breast cancer, it would be pretty shitty of me not to share, even if I don't always agree with the stuff that's been posted 110% of the time on those sites, I'll still share them because what may not click with my brain may be very helpful for someone else.

I was reading about blog content on a blog.  It was "write what you know" and I had to kind of laugh at that.  Really?  What do I know?  What makes me uniquely qualified to blog when there's eleventy one gajillion other blogs out there?  I suppose my perspective does.  After all, there's only one me.

After 15,600+ loads of laundry, the thought occurred to me that I had a way to solve some of my laundry issues, namely the clean laundry camping out on the couch because the teenage monkeys don't want to pull their stuff out of it and then take it to their rooms to put away.

Be envious of me.  I have solved my own problem.  (Oh, if only I could solve my other stupid problems like having twenty five pounds of fugly steroid weight, no boobs, and the ever present dilemma of when to dust.)

Football Monkey's laundry will be done as a load.  No more sorting.  It will be washed, dried, and put on his bed for him to deal with.  

College Monkey's laundry will be done as a load.  No more sorting.  It will be washed, dried, and put on his bed for him to deal with.

The husband's laundry and mine will be washed, dried, and then put on our bed for me to wrangle into submission, folded, hung, ironed, etc.  

Is that a plan, or what?  I feel like this genius plan, which I came up with and haven't ever incorporated into my laundry doings over 25+ years of marriage will work and should be rewarded with barn time. 

Oh wait, I was planning on barn time this afternoon, anyway.  Woot.  Now, I wonder if I can research the pH balance of horses and figure out a really nice mane and tail care regimen for them.