Monday, September 17, 2007

Unmitigated Gall

I am quite out spoken on certain issues and speak my mind freely-maybe too freely on occasion-but after tomorrow I will no longer have the gall that I have enjoyed.
I went to the Dr. and the surgeon today who agreed that the gall bladder is being evicted. The date they gave me was October 4th. I hate waiting and especially for something I just want to get over. The surgeon then mentioned that there was a cancellation earlier......tomorrow. Like a gal who can't take her hair cut one more day and must get into the salon...I am losing my gall bladder tomorrow. No time to stew, no time to type up an Ebay description and see what I could get for it, just show up and wave it bye bye. I have had more than my share of surgeries in the past few years and am not worried in the slightest. I am, however, hoping it weighs 10 pounds.

Thursday, September 13, 2007

October is marketing Mecca

Warnng: Cancer rant

It's just around the corner, that month where every object turns pink and "a portion goes for breast cancer research". Oh, really? What portion? What Organization? What does that organization represent and what are their policies? What pieces of legislation do they support? How much of the money goes to overhead for that organization? Does that organization support equal access to quality health care for all? OR does the money go to Susan G Komen? Nancy Brinker (founder of Susan G Komen) is a Republican who was given the ambassadorship to Hungary after tossing baby Bush some Texas cash. Her hubby owns Chili's and other Brinker's establishments. (Can you say sub-par meat?) Komen takes money from corporate sponsors who are responsible for polluting the environment which causes cancer. Komen says they are for "The Cure" but they do not support environmental research. By environmental research, I mean ANYTHING that is not genetic. And 85% of breast cancers diagnosed are NOT genetic-they ARE environmental.

Wrapping it in a pink ribbon does not change the truth.

Race for the Cure, my ass.