How we might be able to turn on the p53 gene and have it again kill our cancer cells.
This is spilled over from an idea I had earlier on one of these threads. Here's my ah ha moment.
Okay, I’ve got it, how to attack the problem of commutative thought,common thought, however you choose to think of it for yourself.
Our cancer is for the most part a p53 gene driven cancer. The p53 gene, which controls aberrant cellS, signaling cell death and repairing DNA, has mutated to a point where it no longer repairs the cell or tells it to die. though Although there is something very wrong with the and it should definitely die. The fact that it is not working is its mutation. it's been turned off, for whatever reason.
So here is what needs to be done and here is what we should envision and while we're at it, get our family and friends to envision with us.
A gene, on one of those tests that you see all the rows of genes on, is dark if it is active and light if it is inactive. Well our little p53’s have mutated and taken a vacation from the exercise of flipping the kill switch. So some of our cells are now defective cancer cells proliferating all over the place, and with no active p53 to keep them in check and either fix the problem or cause them to die, are akin to a raging forest fire with a Santa Anna wind at their backs and intent or not are most likely going to shorten our lovely lives if we don't do more than we are all currently doing.
So, at a specified time in each day, (Mary Ann thinks we should think this all at the same time, I might lean towards spreading it out over the course of the day) we see a light switch labeled p53, and we see ourselves flip it up with a force that it must take notice of. We turn it on with a vengeance. We are in essence seeing ourselves turn on the p53’s ability to again begin the process of terminating the defective cancer cells and when we take a look at our genetic code strips, and look at the ones in the p53 slot we see that the boxes depicting the p53 are the blackest of blacks working their little arms off zapping cancer cells. Apoptosis has begun, we will all be fine. This isn’t all that we have to do, but envisioning it is a beginning. There are other phases to this tactic and those who want to stand up and fight must work at defeating cancer by their daily actions. Please don’t just wait for something or another to be done to you. You do something to your stupid cancer. You can make a difference. I believe this with all my heart.
It will take work and discipline, but I believe it is something we can do, those of us who want to, we can.
Read the book Anti Cancer, A new Way of Life. Choose what you are willing to do and try to the best of your ability to do it. I will try my best too. It’s not a book that demands you spend money, only that you invest of yourself.
I realize I most likely sound like an insane eight year old. Probaly not far from the truth, but a girl can dream can’t she.
Love and hope,
Claudia
Here is part of that prior thread:
I wish for us all to live a longer fuller life than we may currently feel we have. All of us.
Here is an odd suggestion coming from me, as am not quite able to feel I am smart enough to answer the question of whether there is or is not a God outside of our internal one, I do believe in the power of communitive thought, (I may have just made that term up, but I think it aptly conveys what I mean) and think that everyday we should take a few minutes to think about one another, and focus on each wishing the others to get well and live long happy, productive lives, without cancer. With a heartfelt amen at the end.
My love and gratitude to you all,
claudia
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Amazing!
Claudia....you never cease to amaze me! Do you ever rest your mind??? Your energy and how you think about things is incredible and so very interesting! I would hope that all of the "sisters" on this site could participate in communitative (I LIKE that term) thought, regardless of the "type" of uterine cancer we might have. Wishing all of us to be well and to live LONG, HAPPY lives WITHOUT cancer!!
Sincerely thinking about all of you!!! Karen0 -
Visualization
I love guided imagery. I do Belleruth "Fight Cancer." It is so soothing and helps me to relax and go to a happy, beautiful place. I'm flipping that p53! I love your mind and talents Claudia. I am reading some Simonton too. Although I don't believe people give themselves cancer I do believe stress affects the immune system. Guided imagery is almost like hypnosis for me, I carry the peace inside.
We have a lovely snow. The holly bushes are edged in white. I couldn't have put up more beautiful decorations myself.
Love you,
Diane0 -
DianeSongflower said:Visualization
I love guided imagery. I do Belleruth "Fight Cancer." It is so soothing and helps me to relax and go to a happy, beautiful place. I'm flipping that p53! I love your mind and talents Claudia. I am reading some Simonton too. Although I don't believe people give themselves cancer I do believe stress affects the immune system. Guided imagery is almost like hypnosis for me, I carry the peace inside.
We have a lovely snow. The holly bushes are edged in white. I couldn't have put up more beautiful decorations myself.
Love you,
Diane
Thanks for reminding me there's a world out there and I really should look out the window more ofter. I looked, the mornig sky is brilliant orangeish coral interspersed with pale powdery blue. Back to work. I gotta try harder.
I am working on the imagery. Mary Ann sent me somethings to help me and gently reminding me that I should try them, very soon! I do appreciate her concern as I had tendency to over focus don't ya think!
Love you,
Claudia0 -
Flipping the switchcalifornia_artist said:Diane
Thanks for reminding me there's a world out there and I really should look out the window more ofter. I looked, the mornig sky is brilliant orangeish coral interspersed with pale powdery blue. Back to work. I gotta try harder.
I am working on the imagery. Mary Ann sent me somethings to help me and gently reminding me that I should try them, very soon! I do appreciate her concern as I had tendency to over focus don't ya think!
Love you,
Claudia
Claudia, I really respect all the research you do for alternative methods to help our bodies help themselves heal. Do remember, though, to take time to "smell the roses", as it were. Balance is important, I think, as well in the journey.
At any rate, this is something I can do and do it feeling like I am helping more than just myself. Strength and power in numbers, right?
Since the marker shows up dark when it's active, here is my visualization:
The world is banded north to south by string upon string of black lights since they show up purple, which is a power color, when turned on...like the dark stain. Every evening at sunset I will imagine turning ON those lights, thereby flipping the switch on for the p54 gene across this entire planet. Imagine the lights flicking on one strand at a time to the finale of them all being on, bathing the planet in powerful, healing purple light.
Random thoughts from another "Risky Fringe Sister."
Josie0 -
Karenkkstef said:Amazing!
Claudia....you never cease to amaze me! Do you ever rest your mind??? Your energy and how you think about things is incredible and so very interesting! I would hope that all of the "sisters" on this site could participate in communitative (I LIKE that term) thought, regardless of the "type" of uterine cancer we might have. Wishing all of us to be well and to live LONG, HAPPY lives WITHOUT cancer!!
Sincerely thinking about all of you!!! Karen
Karen, thank you for the appreciation, I do aim to please, well actually I aim to mobilize, but it is nice to be acknowledged. And you know I very rarely sleep. The minute my eyes open my brain starts trying to figure this whole thing out. I wake up, literally jump out of bed, and am thinking about a solution to all this or some problem I was reading about before I went to bed, head down the hall, press the button on the computer, replug in the Internet connection, fire up this website and start writing about whatever it was I was thinking about on the way down the hall, then to urls to check on things, copy, paste, name, save, think, notice my butt has gone to sleep, try to stop thinking long enough to make some coffee (yikes, talk about your average hypocrite) but know that my darling granddaughter will be up shortly, as by this point I've been up for hours, and she can put in fresh water and turn on the kettle, then I'll hear, Nana, water's boiling, my usual response is to have her turn it off cause I'm still thinking or typing, and then at some point my hand will start to hurt and I'll think I really should get off and go make some coffee or good grief my stomach really hurts, i must be hungry I really should eat, and then finally, I'll realize I really have to pee, while I'll manage to put that off for a bit, you can't get someone to just turn that off for you.
Ah,hehehehehehehe what a doofus, eh???
But I do see that vision of me turning on the p53, all the time. I love it. Later I have some very interesting news from last night's bedtime reading, I understand some peole actually read novels, at one time before all this, when there was still a world out there, I used to be one of them, but I have GOT to pee.
Love you,
Claudia0 -
JosieOutlaw_Josie said:Flipping the switch
Claudia, I really respect all the research you do for alternative methods to help our bodies help themselves heal. Do remember, though, to take time to "smell the roses", as it were. Balance is important, I think, as well in the journey.
At any rate, this is something I can do and do it feeling like I am helping more than just myself. Strength and power in numbers, right?
Since the marker shows up dark when it's active, here is my visualization:
The world is banded north to south by string upon string of black lights since they show up purple, which is a power color, when turned on...like the dark stain. Every evening at sunset I will imagine turning ON those lights, thereby flipping the switch on for the p54 gene across this entire planet. Imagine the lights flicking on one strand at a time to the finale of them all being on, bathing the planet in powerful, healing purple light.
Random thoughts from another "Risky Fringe Sister."
Josie
Thanks, but you've freaked me out a bit as you'll be flipping the p54 instead of the p53, we might all end up with boils on our noses. p53 baby, p53.
Love ya and thanks for the thoughts.
The reason I don't go out has a great deal to do with lack of funds and a vehicle that will safely take me places. Unlike other places I've lived there is almost nowhere of interest to go within walking distance. or to drive to at under 35mph cause over that the truck shakes like you're riding on a stage coach. I have always loved to drive and to travel to new places by car. but since I've been here in the U.P., I've been stuck with nothing but your basic stores for groceries and a K-Mart.
When it gets to me I play a game called spider on the computer just to numb the pain. I hate to cry in my tea, but actually of late it really has been more than I can stand without getting all teared up and now my hand hurts from playing spider and typing here, and I worry i won't be able to paint, but if I stop, I start to cry again. Talk about a viscious circle. I would get a job, but they are very few and far between and due to my income limit on insurance, less than ten percent of the poverty level, I can't find that sort of job, see now I'm really into the pitifulness of it all and I've started a pity session no amout of spider is going to fix. that's why I spend so much time trying to help us all, I want to make a difference in all our lives. I want to get better so I can get out of this rut and get a job and become part of the living again. CRAP!! now I need a tissue I may even need a whole box, wait forgot, below the poverty level, I don't have a tissue, all I have is cheap tiolet paper from the dollar store, and I really need to get a grip and my hand hurts so playing spider is out. Hope my lovely granddaughter doesn't come out of her room and see me sitting here sobbing, without even any tea for the tears to go into.I gotta go make some tea or coffee real quick. I don't want tea, and I don't have creamer...0 -
Go, Claudia!!!california_artist said:Josie
Thanks, but you've freaked me out a bit as you'll be flipping the p54 instead of the p53, we might all end up with boils on our noses. p53 baby, p53.
Love ya and thanks for the thoughts.
The reason I don't go out has a great deal to do with lack of funds and a vehicle that will safely take me places. Unlike other places I've lived there is almost nowhere of interest to go within walking distance. or to drive to at under 35mph cause over that the truck shakes like you're riding on a stage coach. I have always loved to drive and to travel to new places by car. but since I've been here in the U.P., I've been stuck with nothing but your basic stores for groceries and a K-Mart.
When it gets to me I play a game called spider on the computer just to numb the pain. I hate to cry in my tea, but actually of late it really has been more than I can stand without getting all teared up and now my hand hurts from playing spider and typing here, and I worry i won't be able to paint, but if I stop, I start to cry again. Talk about a viscious circle. I would get a job, but they are very few and far between and due to my income limit on insurance, less than ten percent of the poverty level, I can't find that sort of job, see now I'm really into the pitifulness of it all and I've started a pity session no amout of spider is going to fix. that's why I spend so much time trying to help us all, I want to make a difference in all our lives. I want to get better so I can get out of this rut and get a job and become part of the living again. CRAP!! now I need a tissue I may even need a whole box, wait forgot, below the poverty level, I don't have a tissue, all I have is cheap tiolet paper from the dollar store, and I really need to get a grip and my hand hurts so playing spider is out. Hope my lovely granddaughter doesn't come out of her room and see me sitting here sobbing, without even any tea for the tears to go into.I gotta go make some tea or coffee real quick. I don't want tea, and I don't have creamer...
I LOVE IT!!!!! You are so awesome. Thank you for all you do for us ladies here - now and in the future.
I actually think that throughout the day is the best - if we all channel our energy to turn on the light of our p53 gene and of our beautiful selves. I just came from yoga class with a beautiful soul called Francesca. She tells us to "let go of our burdens,,,of what no longer serves us.. and to ignite the burning fire within us.."
We are all wonderful women with so much to contribute.. let us all be all that we are and can be. Thank you all for being there for me. Thank you all. Let us all fire up the power of our IMAGINATION and light up the p53 gene and the world.
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Wrong genescalifornia_artist said:Josie
Thanks, but you've freaked me out a bit as you'll be flipping the p54 instead of the p53, we might all end up with boils on our noses. p53 baby, p53.
Love ya and thanks for the thoughts.
The reason I don't go out has a great deal to do with lack of funds and a vehicle that will safely take me places. Unlike other places I've lived there is almost nowhere of interest to go within walking distance. or to drive to at under 35mph cause over that the truck shakes like you're riding on a stage coach. I have always loved to drive and to travel to new places by car. but since I've been here in the U.P., I've been stuck with nothing but your basic stores for groceries and a K-Mart.
When it gets to me I play a game called spider on the computer just to numb the pain. I hate to cry in my tea, but actually of late it really has been more than I can stand without getting all teared up and now my hand hurts from playing spider and typing here, and I worry i won't be able to paint, but if I stop, I start to cry again. Talk about a viscious circle. I would get a job, but they are very few and far between and due to my income limit on insurance, less than ten percent of the poverty level, I can't find that sort of job, see now I'm really into the pitifulness of it all and I've started a pity session no amout of spider is going to fix. that's why I spend so much time trying to help us all, I want to make a difference in all our lives. I want to get better so I can get out of this rut and get a job and become part of the living again. CRAP!! now I need a tissue I may even need a whole box, wait forgot, below the poverty level, I don't have a tissue, all I have is cheap tiolet paper from the dollar store, and I really need to get a grip and my hand hurts so playing spider is out. Hope my lovely granddaughter doesn't come out of her room and see me sitting here sobbing, without even any tea for the tears to go into.I gotta go make some tea or coffee real quick. I don't want tea, and I don't have creamer...
Well....shhhhhoooot...bananas onna fingers again...sorry...p53 it was inna my head anyway, so it will be all good despite my typo.
I love Spider...it and Bejewelled were my saviors during the sleepless nights of my early widowhood...in fact, I still play it many times a day even now.
So, it and research are your therapies...good that you have that, we need to occupy our brains...how about adding virtual travel? My Handyman has been all over this planet without ever leaving his chair. He's always looking for the next kayaking/camping place though we can neither afford nor manage to get to the majority of them. He's planned cross country trips that we'll doubtless never be able to afford, but he enjoys looking for all the spots he'd like to visit. He loves Google Earth.
You worry about your painting. Have you tried collages from found objects about the house? Paper, fiddly bits, a little glue, your creative mind and voila'...art without too much stress on your hands.
When I am working, I use the computer my whole 4 hour shift with the mega use being the mouse. I bought a cheap, soft rubber ball at the $ Store and squeeze it to exercise my hand after a long day on the machine. It moves the muscles inna different way and takes some of that mouse soreness out of it...as well as strengthening those wrist and finger muscles.
I hear ya 'bout the tissues and TP. Dollar Stores and Aldi's are the routine around here. In fact, I'm working right now with the box of 1/2 size tissues that came home from the hospital with me...otherwise we use TP, too. Though I do have a small stash of my late husband's white handkerchief's that I can use and then wash.
Not to pry, but are you eligible for assistance? Like food stamps or such? Even with 5 non-working adults in this house at the moment, the value of I'm gonna guess there's not much in the way of bus service where you are. I live inna rural area outside a relatively small southern town and unless I want to walk almost 2 miles to the bus stop that avenue is pretty much a lost cause. Having bought the car before everything went south financially, I still have reliable wheels even if I do have scrounge up the funds to get out and about these days.
Yeah...sometimes tea just doesn't get it. I wish I could help with the creamer and the tears. (((((Claudia)))))0 -
Californiacalifornia_artist said:Josie
Thanks, but you've freaked me out a bit as you'll be flipping the p54 instead of the p53, we might all end up with boils on our noses. p53 baby, p53.
Love ya and thanks for the thoughts.
The reason I don't go out has a great deal to do with lack of funds and a vehicle that will safely take me places. Unlike other places I've lived there is almost nowhere of interest to go within walking distance. or to drive to at under 35mph cause over that the truck shakes like you're riding on a stage coach. I have always loved to drive and to travel to new places by car. but since I've been here in the U.P., I've been stuck with nothing but your basic stores for groceries and a K-Mart.
When it gets to me I play a game called spider on the computer just to numb the pain. I hate to cry in my tea, but actually of late it really has been more than I can stand without getting all teared up and now my hand hurts from playing spider and typing here, and I worry i won't be able to paint, but if I stop, I start to cry again. Talk about a viscious circle. I would get a job, but they are very few and far between and due to my income limit on insurance, less than ten percent of the poverty level, I can't find that sort of job, see now I'm really into the pitifulness of it all and I've started a pity session no amout of spider is going to fix. that's why I spend so much time trying to help us all, I want to make a difference in all our lives. I want to get better so I can get out of this rut and get a job and become part of the living again. CRAP!! now I need a tissue I may even need a whole box, wait forgot, below the poverty level, I don't have a tissue, all I have is cheap tiolet paper from the dollar store, and I really need to get a grip and my hand hurts so playing spider is out. Hope my lovely granddaughter doesn't come out of her room and see me sitting here sobbing, without even any tea for the tears to go into.I gotta go make some tea or coffee real quick. I don't want tea, and I don't have creamer...
Me again...
Your screen name is California Artist....did you live there before the UP?
I lived in coastal Southern Cal from 1959 to 1972 before moving here to the western foothills of podunk South Carolina. The eastern fringe of Huntington Beach during high school and Oxnard (Pt. Mugu to be exact) for a year after I got married.
Josie0 -
Josie,Well, aren't you justOutlaw_Josie said:Wrong genes
Well....shhhhhoooot...bananas onna fingers again...sorry...p53 it was inna my head anyway, so it will be all good despite my typo.
I love Spider...it and Bejewelled were my saviors during the sleepless nights of my early widowhood...in fact, I still play it many times a day even now.
So, it and research are your therapies...good that you have that, we need to occupy our brains...how about adding virtual travel? My Handyman has been all over this planet without ever leaving his chair. He's always looking for the next kayaking/camping place though we can neither afford nor manage to get to the majority of them. He's planned cross country trips that we'll doubtless never be able to afford, but he enjoys looking for all the spots he'd like to visit. He loves Google Earth.
You worry about your painting. Have you tried collages from found objects about the house? Paper, fiddly bits, a little glue, your creative mind and voila'...art without too much stress on your hands.
When I am working, I use the computer my whole 4 hour shift with the mega use being the mouse. I bought a cheap, soft rubber ball at the $ Store and squeeze it to exercise my hand after a long day on the machine. It moves the muscles inna different way and takes some of that mouse soreness out of it...as well as strengthening those wrist and finger muscles.
I hear ya 'bout the tissues and TP. Dollar Stores and Aldi's are the routine around here. In fact, I'm working right now with the box of 1/2 size tissues that came home from the hospital with me...otherwise we use TP, too. Though I do have a small stash of my late husband's white handkerchief's that I can use and then wash.
Not to pry, but are you eligible for assistance? Like food stamps or such? Even with 5 non-working adults in this house at the moment, the value of I'm gonna guess there's not much in the way of bus service where you are. I live inna rural area outside a relatively small southern town and unless I want to walk almost 2 miles to the bus stop that avenue is pretty much a lost cause. Having bought the car before everything went south financially, I still have reliable wheels even if I do have scrounge up the funds to get out and about these days.
Yeah...sometimes tea just doesn't get it. I wish I could help with the creamer and the tears. (((((Claudia)))))
Josie,
Well, aren't you just the sweetest thing. That was very soulful and heartfelt. I do get food stamps, so food is one of the things I can have fun with, even splurged one day and got a pepper mill, which cause it had pepper in it at the grocery store, food stamps picked up. turns out pepper is helpful in this fight. You were right about the no bus things. We have an Aldi's over cross the bridge in wisconsin.
Like the idea of the little ball. I can see that you too are a fixer, more than a commiserator. I don't know what it is, but it's been with me all my life. Even in junior high and high school my friends all called me mom for the care I gave them, but they also were there to protect me, to see no one ever was unkind or swore in my presence. Here, they call me the Queen, as I have on occasion stood up to authority figures that were doing evil things. Got bowed down to on that one. Maybe I should write a book. It's been a long strange life. Five adults, how wonderful to have all that company to hit ideas off of when they strike you, the ideas that is.
Again, thanks for your encouragement. I had a very severe pity party and my granddaughter woke up, didn't see any need to start her morning off with her nana crying in her tea, so just sucked it up. Not that at times I don't share with her that there are things that are bothering me or else kids tend to think the problems they can feel you have are because of them.
Anyway, I have an email address, claudiaallen27@yahoo.com, feel free to contact me there whenever you're in the mood.
Love and thoughts of p53 activation worldwide. ; ! 00 -
You say Huntigton Beach and I think well, la dee dahOutlaw_Josie said:California
Me again...
Your screen name is California Artist....did you live there before the UP?
I lived in coastal Southern Cal from 1959 to 1972 before moving here to the western foothills of podunk South Carolina. The eastern fringe of Huntington Beach during high school and Oxnard (Pt. Mugu to be exact) for a year after I got married.
Josie
N'est pas???
I lived in the Bay Area for the majority of my life after moving there from a five flight walk up in New York City in early '66. In the Bay Area, we mostly thought of southern California as needing a separate state status as you're more of an outdoorsy, bikini wearing, roller skating group and we were more of an intellectual, go to the coffee shop and be ridiculous group, Borders and all that, some were into Ikea, me not so much. Costco was a temple.
stereotyping is so stupid.
Bet you're just wonderful, and here's a news blast I can vouch for-New Yorkers are the most, caring, helpful, family oriented people ever. They just look like they do on the tele cause they know if you ask them for anything, they'll be forced, due to how they were raised, to help you to their utmost. It's true, and it's all in the asking. Ever watch the shows where someone is picking on some less able or a weaker person, it's almost always a woman who helps and if she's a New York woman, you just better hold on to your hats cause you're not getting away with anything and while she' taking you to task she's calling 911 for backup. When I went back to visit I was lost as far as how to get where on the subway, I asked someone walking down the street if they could direct me to the right subway to get me where I wanted to go and they took me to the place where you buy the tokens and then pointed out which track to go on to wait. It was a guy. Love stereotyping, gives you a starting place to backtrack from in you opinion pool. What am I doing here. I love and miss New York.0 -
Separate Statecalifornia_artist said:You say Huntigton Beach and I think well, la dee dah
N'est pas???
I lived in the Bay Area for the majority of my life after moving there from a five flight walk up in New York City in early '66. In the Bay Area, we mostly thought of southern California as needing a separate state status as you're more of an outdoorsy, bikini wearing, roller skating group and we were more of an intellectual, go to the coffee shop and be ridiculous group, Borders and all that, some were into Ikea, me not so much. Costco was a temple.
stereotyping is so stupid.
Bet you're just wonderful, and here's a news blast I can vouch for-New Yorkers are the most, caring, helpful, family oriented people ever. They just look like they do on the tele cause they know if you ask them for anything, they'll be forced, due to how they were raised, to help you to their utmost. It's true, and it's all in the asking. Ever watch the shows where someone is picking on some less able or a weaker person, it's almost always a woman who helps and if she's a New York woman, you just better hold on to your hats cause you're not getting away with anything and while she' taking you to task she's calling 911 for backup. When I went back to visit I was lost as far as how to get where on the subway, I asked someone walking down the street if they could direct me to the right subway to get me where I wanted to go and they took me to the place where you buy the tokens and then pointed out which track to go on to wait. It was a guy. Love stereotyping, gives you a starting place to backtrack from in you opinion pool. What am I doing here. I love and miss New York.
"In the Bay Area, we mostly thought of southern California as needing a separate state status"
Hooo...that made me laugh. I can tellya that a number of my high school buds would have voted for that amendment inna heart beat. Having been raised by southern (Arkansas) parents I was always a bit uvva square peg in the group. Throw in bein' a military brat and I wuz a reeeeeely square peg.
Although, I seriously loved hangin' at the beach (I couldn't surf worth a flip, but I could tell them which way the waves were breaking) I was always a bookworm and would have loved to have gone to school at Berkley after I graduated HS in 1969. Seemed like the brainiest, happenin', odd-ball place a girl like me could have been. Instead, it was local community college until I met my late-husband, got married, left SoCal for South Carolina when Uncle Sam was through with him and lived happily almost ever after. (none of which do I regret.)
The only thing I miss about SoCal is the ocean (or at least the way I remember it from my HS years), the flower farms in Camarillo, my granddad's one room cabin at Big Bear above San Bernardino, parts of Santa Barbara and the beautiful valley where Solvaang is. NoCal is so beautiful reminding me much of Coastal Washington state where I lived from 1954 to 1959, I'd go back to the Pacific Northwest inna flash if I could afford to live there.
I drove down through Pacific Grove on PCH one fall after visiting a friend in Hayward at just the right time to catch the Monarchs in the trees...it was like driving through living leaves as they floated from the trees to the ground. I'd only seen that in pictures before then. Abso-freakin-lutely breath taking.
Yes...Imma fixer...myself...my friends...my family...heck, even strangers. I grew up with a whiner with a bad, really bad, temper for a dad...drove me crazy. I din't want to be like him.
My granddad, OTH, was a fixer...do something, don't whine...either fix it or learn to live with it...second is much harder than the first I've found over the years. Still, he survived The Depression more or less intact so I figured he knew whereof he spoke. He was a bit of a gruff old teddy bear, but I loved and admired him. So, I decided I'd adopt, as best I could, his attitude and soldier on. It has served me well through many challenges this life has thrown my way. I'm more successful some days than others, but it is always my guide.
I had to laugh at the image you created in my head of New York wommen. 2 very special NYers (both wimmin, BTW) in my lifetime have been the best, most blunt, caring folks I can think of. First one was a young married neighbor when I wuz in HS...she sort of adopted me as her little sister and kept looking for nice Jewish boys for me to date (I'm not, but she seemed to think I shudda been, by proxy I suppose). The other is a dear now friend...she would battle the world to her last breath for me and kick me inna arse all inna same moment. Gotta luv that woman.
Thank you for the e-mail addy...I'd enjoy getting to know you better.0 -
MonarchsOutlaw_Josie said:Separate State
"In the Bay Area, we mostly thought of southern California as needing a separate state status"
Hooo...that made me laugh. I can tellya that a number of my high school buds would have voted for that amendment inna heart beat. Having been raised by southern (Arkansas) parents I was always a bit uvva square peg in the group. Throw in bein' a military brat and I wuz a reeeeeely square peg.
Although, I seriously loved hangin' at the beach (I couldn't surf worth a flip, but I could tell them which way the waves were breaking) I was always a bookworm and would have loved to have gone to school at Berkley after I graduated HS in 1969. Seemed like the brainiest, happenin', odd-ball place a girl like me could have been. Instead, it was local community college until I met my late-husband, got married, left SoCal for South Carolina when Uncle Sam was through with him and lived happily almost ever after. (none of which do I regret.)
The only thing I miss about SoCal is the ocean (or at least the way I remember it from my HS years), the flower farms in Camarillo, my granddad's one room cabin at Big Bear above San Bernardino, parts of Santa Barbara and the beautiful valley where Solvaang is. NoCal is so beautiful reminding me much of Coastal Washington state where I lived from 1954 to 1959, I'd go back to the Pacific Northwest inna flash if I could afford to live there.
I drove down through Pacific Grove on PCH one fall after visiting a friend in Hayward at just the right time to catch the Monarchs in the trees...it was like driving through living leaves as they floated from the trees to the ground. I'd only seen that in pictures before then. Abso-freakin-lutely breath taking.
Yes...Imma fixer...myself...my friends...my family...heck, even strangers. I grew up with a whiner with a bad, really bad, temper for a dad...drove me crazy. I din't want to be like him.
My granddad, OTH, was a fixer...do something, don't whine...either fix it or learn to live with it...second is much harder than the first I've found over the years. Still, he survived The Depression more or less intact so I figured he knew whereof he spoke. He was a bit of a gruff old teddy bear, but I loved and admired him. So, I decided I'd adopt, as best I could, his attitude and soldier on. It has served me well through many challenges this life has thrown my way. I'm more successful some days than others, but it is always my guide.
I had to laugh at the image you created in my head of New York wommen. 2 very special NYers (both wimmin, BTW) in my lifetime have been the best, most blunt, caring folks I can think of. First one was a young married neighbor when I wuz in HS...she sort of adopted me as her little sister and kept looking for nice Jewish boys for me to date (I'm not, but she seemed to think I shudda been, by proxy I suppose). The other is a dear now friend...she would battle the world to her last breath for me and kick me inna arse all inna same moment. Gotta luv that woman.
Thank you for the e-mail addy...I'd enjoy getting to know you better.
I was camping one November day, just lying on the ground enjoying the sky and the breeze by the ocean, north of Bonnie Dune when the sky went nearly black. took a sec to realize it was the monarchs on their trek south. They talk about the swallows, haven't seen that, but this was truly amazing to experience.0 -
I don`t wanna interrupted your discussioncalifornia_artist said:Monarchs
I was camping one November day, just lying on the ground enjoying the sky and the breeze by the ocean, north of Bonnie Dune when the sky went nearly black. took a sec to realize it was the monarchs on their trek south. They talk about the swallows, haven't seen that, but this was truly amazing to experience.
but when are we going to lift that switch? I was practising in the morning.
Claudia you are the boss, so set the time.0 -
Well, since you don't want to overrun the body's abilityculka said:I don`t wanna interrupted your discussion
but when are we going to lift that switch? I was practising in the morning.
Claudia you are the boss, so set the time.
to filter out the dead cancer cells, I still lean towards thinking about the p53 flip throughout the day, then I had rather liked the idea of sunset. Only sunset is different times for different parts of the country. If we also picked a time say 9pm eastern, 8 central, 7 mountain and 6 pacific, it would all be the same time right?
Any other in put?
I got this from my sister after I told her of the idea of the p53:
There is actually science backing up the idea of commutative thought (I'm not sure if that's what it's called in the experiments.) They've done tests where they have a group of stangers think good thoughts about one patient and not another, and it makes a difference. The Dali Lama is funding research into this. He's been very clear that the experiments have to be real--he wants to get good results. But all the results so far show that it makes a difference.
When Alex was sick, I spent many hours envisioning the white winning out over the black. It made me feel better. And maybe it helped Alex. (She's referring to the fact that as a cancer cell takes over the nucleus of a normal cell the nucleus becomes bigger and bigger and blacker and blacker, this is not same thing as the genetic strip I had mentioned earlier)
She's talking about her son, Alex who had leukemia at 6 months one of the youngest ages for a child to ever get that cancer. I'm assuming I get the defect of the p53 from both sides of my family as both my father, mother and brother have extremely rare cancers. There is some good news and some bad news about all that.
My father,whose cancer was found at an advanced stage and could not even be determined what kind of cancer it was it was growing so fast, had all the standard treatment and died one year after diagnosis. My mother, refused any treatment and will be 90 this year, she's still brilliant. My brother is 7 or 8 years past his diagnosis, he researched, disagreed with what the doctor prescribed and refused chemo instead requesting and getting hormone therapy and seed beads. Alex is in high school and i'm, well, I'm still fighting for my life.
The interesting thing is, that while I just communicate with everyone about what I'm finding out and what I'm doing, I never knew what decisions either my mother or brother had decided to do until I started asking them after I refused any treatment myself.
I'm taking a much needed computer break to focus on the reading and decision making for a while.
Will be thinking p53 throughout the day and seeing the lights turn purple after envisioning the switch being flipped at 8pm as I'm Central Standard time.0 -
I am incalifornia_artist said:Well, since you don't want to overrun the body's ability
to filter out the dead cancer cells, I still lean towards thinking about the p53 flip throughout the day, then I had rather liked the idea of sunset. Only sunset is different times for different parts of the country. If we also picked a time say 9pm eastern, 8 central, 7 mountain and 6 pacific, it would all be the same time right?
Any other in put?
I got this from my sister after I told her of the idea of the p53:
There is actually science backing up the idea of commutative thought (I'm not sure if that's what it's called in the experiments.) They've done tests where they have a group of stangers think good thoughts about one patient and not another, and it makes a difference. The Dali Lama is funding research into this. He's been very clear that the experiments have to be real--he wants to get good results. But all the results so far show that it makes a difference.
When Alex was sick, I spent many hours envisioning the white winning out over the black. It made me feel better. And maybe it helped Alex. (She's referring to the fact that as a cancer cell takes over the nucleus of a normal cell the nucleus becomes bigger and bigger and blacker and blacker, this is not same thing as the genetic strip I had mentioned earlier)
She's talking about her son, Alex who had leukemia at 6 months one of the youngest ages for a child to ever get that cancer. I'm assuming I get the defect of the p53 from both sides of my family as both my father, mother and brother have extremely rare cancers. There is some good news and some bad news about all that.
My father,whose cancer was found at an advanced stage and could not even be determined what kind of cancer it was it was growing so fast, had all the standard treatment and died one year after diagnosis. My mother, refused any treatment and will be 90 this year, she's still brilliant. My brother is 7 or 8 years past his diagnosis, he researched, disagreed with what the doctor prescribed and refused chemo instead requesting and getting hormone therapy and seed beads. Alex is in high school and i'm, well, I'm still fighting for my life.
The interesting thing is, that while I just communicate with everyone about what I'm finding out and what I'm doing, I never knew what decisions either my mother or brother had decided to do until I started asking them after I refused any treatment myself.
I'm taking a much needed computer break to focus on the reading and decision making for a while.
Will be thinking p53 throughout the day and seeing the lights turn purple after envisioning the switch being flipped at 8pm as I'm Central Standard time.
7 pm for me, every night till ??? Let say Eastern?0 -
Hey,culka said:I am in
7 pm for me, every night till ??? Let say Eastern?
If you mean you're in the Eastern Standard time zone, then when we're aiming for all the same time, your time would be 9pm. 7pm would be mountain time that would put you somewhere in line with the eastern side of the rockies.
http://www.worldtimezone.com/
map of the time zones world wide. I think you said something about Edmonton and you're right that would be 7 in our Mountain time zone.
Tried to put the map up for everyone but only got gobbledegook.
I'm pretty excited about this.
Here's to us and all those needing our p53s to reactivate.0 -
7 pm mountain timecalifornia_artist said:Hey,
If you mean you're in the Eastern Standard time zone, then when we're aiming for all the same time, your time would be 9pm. 7pm would be mountain time that would put you somewhere in line with the eastern side of the rockies.
http://www.worldtimezone.com/
map of the time zones world wide. I think you said something about Edmonton and you're right that would be 7 in our Mountain time zone.
Tried to put the map up for everyone but only got gobbledegook.
I'm pretty excited about this.
Here's to us and all those needing our p53s to reactivate.
Alberta, Canada
Eastern will be 3 months from now. Or how long you want us to do it?0 -
Oh, do you mean Easter, the holiday? I thought you meantculka said:7 pm mountain time
Alberta, Canada
Eastern will be 3 months from now. Or how long you want us to do it?
Eastern standard time. So, right, mountain time 7pm. Sometimes my mind just can't grasp the obvious.
And sure Easter, the Holiday sounds like a swell time to really try extra hard what with all the miracles and all happening around the same time.
Have any of you heard of the Mouse number 6???????0
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