Pennies on the Dollar

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It’s October.

You wearing pink?

Dana and I have stayed away from this because even though I am a survivor of not-breast cancer and her dad passed away from not-breast cancer and America is coming to the realization that the whole pink thing is kind of a sham (where the money doesn’t go where they say and cancer-causing chemicals are sold in pink bottles), we do have boobies.

But I just read something that pushed me out of my silence. And that’s saying something. The first week of October I took a phone call from one of those breast cancer faux fund-raising companies where the person on the phone is being paid a commission based on the amount of donations they get, and less than half of the money actually gets donated to research. When I stopped the lady mid-sentence to explain that we donate to another kind of cancer, because I am a survivor, she paused and then said “So?”

This thing that made me get up in the middle of the morning on a Monday when there is laundry to do and a shower to take and Dana and I were going to repost last year’s Halloween posts because we just need a break? Here it is:

A little more than 4 percent of the National Cancer Institute’s annual budget goes toward childhood cancers. The Leukemia and Lymphoma Society allocates 8 percent of what’s donated to research for cures for kids. In the past ten years, there have been nine drug approvals specifically indicated for pediatric cancer, which is a fraction of the number of adult cancer-fighting drugs approved each year. Even though childhood cancers do account for less than 1 percent of all cancers annually, they remain the leading cause of death by disease in children…

(P)art of the problem has to do with profits. Almost 60 percent of medical research in the United States is funded by pharmaceutical companies, not by the government. Because children’s cancers impact far fewer patients than adult cancers do, the pharmaceutical industry doesn’t have a financial incentive to invest money in developing new chemotherapy drugs for children because there isn’t a way for it to get a return on the investment.”

(“Your Child Has Cancer…”, Elizabeth Foy Larson, Parent Magazine, November 2014)

What does this have to do with pennies?

For every dollar donated to the American Cancer Society, one penny goes towards childhood cancer research. One.

From the Lymphoma and Leukemia Society—covering Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia, which is the most common type of childhood cancer? Two pennies.

The National Cancer Institute? Using our tax dollars? Only 4% of their annual budget. Four pennies.

Wow. Our childrens’ lives are worth pennies on the dollar.

Are boobies more important than babies?

If you don’t think that’s a fair question then how about this: How many women would trade their boobies for their babies without a thought?

Right. See what I’m saying?

This is not about valuing one life more than another.

And it’s not about a “my cancer is worse than yours” contest. Yuck.

Boobies are important. But the kids need a fair shake, which is something they don’t often get in the good ol’ US of A, where we value too many things more than we value the lives of our children.

Do you have pennies? We have pennies. What if we all took our pennies, turned them in and sent the money to organizations dedicated to childhood cancer research?

You can find a list of those organizations and how they use the money at www.cac2.org

Protect Your Clicks

So, if you are an anxiety sister or brother, there’s kind of a lot out there right now could twist you up.

Dana and I have talked about the various ways we are working to limit our internet driven anxieties. She spends less time on the internet period and I served up notice on my Facebook feed that election related instigation posts would be cause for time out.

Neither one of us follow “news” sites. You know why I used the quotation marks. Because it’s not really news as much as it is personal interest stories served up via data mining. They show you what you want to see. That’s not news.

A few of my friends have turned off their TV service in an effort to avoid the effect of the media. I admire them, even though we would never make this choice because, well…football. And Food Network. And Paw Patrol.

Here’s the thing, though: I don’t think TV news is the problem. Since anyone could be watching a TV channel, it’s hard for the powers that be to narrow the bias.

But on the internet, they know who we are.

Not just by what we click on. Every quiz, surveymonkey and poll we interact with generates data about what we like, hate, worry about.

Then they feed us what we’re hungry for.

I see what my anxiety mama friends post on my Facebook and Twitter. Sometimes it’s a constant stream of death and destruction, fed to them by the websites they have come to trust.

And yes, I do it too. Yesterday I contributed posts about cancer causing chemicals in feminine products and the black tire infill that goes on artificial turf. Although I believe that #saveourgirlparts is a necessary campaign and not fear-mongering.

But I saw a “news” story on Facebook that did not make the national news for the simple reason that it wasn’t news. There was an Ebola scare at a local school. The school went on lock-down and the student was quarantined. Why? The student mentioned that they had come into contact with someone who may have come been on the plane or in the same airport with the sick nurse who flew last weekend.

Boom. People’s head’s exploded. Over 200 comments on the article in the first 20 minutes it was up, everything from blaming the President to blaming illegal immigrants. People were actually gleeful about the fact that Ebola was possible in So Cal so they could crow their political “I told you so!”

Facts? Overrated. Reason? Unnecessary. Mentioning a little thing called an “incubation period” A hanging offense. Panic, conspiracy theories and prejudice ruled the discussion.

Within the hour, the lockdown lifted and weary public officials were standing in front of cameras reminding people that we have to keep our wits about us. The student only came in contact with someone who flew last weekend. Not with the nurse. And not from Cleveland to Dallas.

In my opinion, it was unethical reporting. But it was unethical reporting with a huge audience. The website knows its readers.

It used to be that sex sold things. But fear is a much more powerful motivator. And the internet has made us eminently trackable. Perhaps we know that personal privacy is over.

But how many of us realize we are being fed a narrative on the internet disguised as “news”? As a result, too many of us believe that the world is having a permanent very bad day.

This is a false reflection.  And it’s stealing our joy.

Let’s #BeReal and take back our clicks. Turn off CNN.com, Foxnews.com, HuffPo, MSNBC.com, and any other forces for fear on your computer. You know who they are. Get your news at 4 and 5 and 6 pm from your local and national anchors who have to be more precise in what they say in order to keep their viewers.

Keep your wits about you. And think before you click. Because the way technology is moving, your click may be all you have.

 

What are Essential Oils?

 

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I don’t like feeling clueless…

When it comes to the health of myself and my family. Yet every time we came down with an ailment or affliction, that’s exactly how I would feel.

Helpless. Stuck. And frustrated.

Our modern healthcare system is broken folks…

Now don’t get me wrong, I’m a big fan of modern medicine in certain cases. If I’m ever in a car accident or have a broken leg, I’ll be pleased-as-punch to be in the hospital. I’m very thankful to live in a era where we have access to knowledgeable doctors and nurses.

But what about preventing some of the horrible diseases that afflict our society? Or helping my body heal itself? Or fighting infection without wiping out all the good bacteria in my gut? Those were the questions that weren’t getting answers.

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Did you know…

  • A whopping $45 trillion per year is spent on health care world-wide, yet our culture is sicker than ever.
  • The USA is one of the biggest spenders on the entire globe when it comes to healthcare, yet it ranks 37th on the list of the world’s best healthcare systems.
  • More than a quarter of the children and teenagers who live in the US take regular medication

Enter the Miracle of Essential Oils

It’s hard to deny the power of plants, and humans have been using plants as medicine for thousands and thousands of years. Clove oil & rosemary oil were the most popular essential oil produced during the middle ages.

If you’ve ever opened the lid of a bottle of essential oil, then you are well acquainted with the powerful aroma that they carry. But don’t let the tantalizing scents fool you—these little brown bottles are much more than mere perfume.

Essential oils are powerful and have a mind-boggling array of uses. They provide have many natural properties that can benefit the body in many different ways. Herbal essential oils have anti-bacterial, anti-fungal, anti-tumoral, anti-parasitic & anti-septic properties. They are unique in that they can cross the cellular membrane because their molecules are lipophilic, which is pretty amazing since anti-biotics cannot do this and therefore, have no effect on viruses.

silo_orangesmTry this at home: Squeeze the peel of a ripe orange. The fragrant residue on your hand is full of essential oils.

 

Essential Oils Have Changed My Life…

For a long time, I used essential oils as all-natural perfume or to make my home smell pretty, but I now use essential oils on a daily basis in every area of my home. My medicine cabinet has been completely transformed, and I am now empowered with the tools and knowledge to care for my family.

If you have been a long-time follower of our blog, you know that we don’t like to be extreme in ANYTHING. We believe that eating real food is the best thing for our bodies, but we also believe in traditional medicine, and that includes essential oils.

And They Can Change Your Life Too

There is a lot of discussion about different essential oil companies, and I’ve spent hours researching all the different options. But I have come to the conclusion time and time again that doTERRA is the company for me. They are outrageously committed to sourcing the best oils in the world and providing us with top-of-the-line quality. doTERRA essential oils are unadulterated, chemical-free, and incredibly effective.

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How do I get started?

The best way to get started with essential oils is to SIMPLY START USING THEM!  We here at Full of Graces use doTERRA essential oils.  In fact, we are both Wellness Advocates with the company.  Over the next few weeks, we will be highlighting our favorite essential oils and give you the low down on their many, many uses.  We are so excited to share them with you!

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I’d like to learn more about essential oils!

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Dude. You should totally join our essential oils facebook group. We are just starting, but we will have all sorts of fun in there! 

 

 

When Facebook Calls You Skim Milk

You know how something stupid can get you thinking?

Last week one of my friends posted “Which TV mom are you?” The pictures were of Claire Huxtable, Roseanne and Peg Bundy.

I am Claire, minus the law degree I thought to myself. No nonsense, fair, funny. For sure.

And then I got Cindy Walsh from Beverly Hills 90210.

Dang.

Cindy was skim milk—good for you but boring and forgettable. Minimal impact.

And stupid enough to let her sophomore daughter have a hotel room for prom.

Hello? I wrangled 200 teenagers a year for 18 years. I taught them Thoreau, for the love of God, and they liked it. People respected me, 16 year old people, and they don’t hardly respect anyone.

How on earth am I like Cindy Walsh?

Sweet goodness—have I turned into Cindy Walsh????

This could be a stay at home mom thing. Transitioning from working mom to stay at home mom is not for sissies.  I don’t want to turn this into a working vs. stay at home mom tirade because that horse has been Rode. To. Death.

(Rode. That’s right.)

I’m just saying that when a woman is kind of a big deal in her workplace, the eye of the hurricane, staying home can be like hitting a wall.

I am not complaining one bit. I am just saying that “big deal” and “hurricane” are not words I use to describe my time at home.

I used to be one bad ass teacher.

“I’m a bad ass stay at home mom!” is something no woman said ever.

Not that I want to go back, mind you. I never want to go back. And yes, I know the work I do now will resonate through the generations. Fruit of my womb. I get it. I’m thankful.

But this stupid quiz made me realize I miss being the eye of the hurricane, sometimes.

Vanessa, from Suburban Mama Goddess took the quiz and got Carol Brady. Vanessa is not Carol Brady. Maybe even more than I am not Cindy Walsh. She didn’t like it either. We had this chat:

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I would love to believe that changing my drink would solve this problem, but that’s a slippery slope. Where do you go from Kettel One and Tonic? Absinthe?

I know what I have to do.

Make peace with the fact that my Claire days are over.

Find a way to balance Cindy and Gloria while avoiding rehab for an alcohol and plastic surgery addiction.

And stop taking the stupid Facebook quizzes.

PS: Dana took the quiz and got Claire. I didn’t talk to her for two days. You can cause your own mid-life mama crisis at www.playbuzz.com.

BOO!

Annie, ready to BOO!
Annie, ready to BOO!

Something about this time of year lends itself to skulking in the shadows and making mischief. And I come from a long line of folks who do their best work at night.

We like things that go bump in the night. We like mystery and intrigue and we like to surprise and be surprised.

So the first time we got Boo’d, I knew this was a tradition we were going to make all our own.

If your neighborhood doesn’t Boo, fear not. You can get the party started.

All you have to do is this: get a bucket (or two or three or five); fill it with candies and fun treats from the dollar section at Target or your favorite dollar store. It doesn’t have to be much. I spent $20 and did five buckets. Michael’s has plastic jack-o-lantern buckets for $1.04.

Go to this website and print out the sign and the instructions: www.boobaskets.com. Place them in the bucket. Then put on your running shoes, wait for darkness and sneak up to your friend’s and neighbor’s doors, drop the basket, ring the doorbell for all it’s worth and run for your life.

Over the last five years, we have perfected our Boo’ing. While some people ring and run, we are a ring and hide family, piled up behind bushes and cars (and Sunday night, the very skinny Edison power box in the front yard) to listen as people discover our buckets. Then we sneak back down the street or to the car, giggling with glee.

You can see why we don’t just do one. It’s too much stinking fun.

Our hope is that our Boo-ees become Boo-ers, and spread the mischievous love. Sometimes we get Boo’d back and sometimes we don’t. But I am proud to tell you that my kids don’t care. For them, the fun is in the Boo-ing!

Logistics: The instructions tell the Boo-ee that they’ve been tagged and invite them to Boo someone else. They hang the “We’ve been boo’d!” sign in their front window so they don’t get boo’d again. Then they assemble their own basket(s) and pass it on. I’ve heard of neighborhoods where this spreads like wildfire. But even if it doesn’t, I guarantee that you will bring some loving fun into the nights of your boo-ees.

PS: We were boo-ed by Amy and her girls in return. Except they came in the daylight and got caught by my girls and my dogs before they got to the front door. We all ended up laughing in the front yard while Gabe provided a quick seminar on proper boo-ing technique.