Sunday, June 17, 2012


Everyone who has, or has a loved one with, a fatal disease, hopes and prays for a “miracle” cure. Usually, promising new drugs are announced by the media with big headlines, but then at the bottom of the article is the disclaimer stating that it won't be out of the testing stage for ten years or so. That's not very helpful, or hopeful to someone who's doctor has told them that they only have months to live.

Recently though, several articles about a new cancer drug,”Zytiga” give hope to patients of prostate cancer that has metastasized into bone cancer;

1,088 prostate cancer patients in 12 countries participated in the trial. Each man received the standard low-dose prednisone treatment, with half also getting Zytiga and the other receiving a placebo. Researchers almost immediately discovered that, in the Zytiga group, the cancer progressed at only half the speed as the control group, with patients reporting significantly less pain and a noticeable delay before they had to undertake chemo. The results are so stupendous that the trial was canceled to allow every patient access to the drug.

My brother's doctor wanted him to try a “new” drug, but it was very expensive. (Four pills a day at $80 per pill!) He also suggested that sometimes the drug companies would cover this expense in return for patient feedback. John, (JC ) applied for this and was approved. Johnson and Johnson promptly began sending Zytiga.
Over the past several weeks, after at first undergoing painful and debilitating side effects, JC has improved astonishingly. The change in his appearance alone has amazed us, he went from a gray ghost sitting in his living room covered with blankets to being able to get up and work on projects around the house. He has color in his face and a little spring in his hobble!

JC's friend's and family are hoping and praying that Zytiga truly is a “miracle drug!”

Monday, June 04, 2012

Revenge of the Morning Glorys



Our greenhouse has been invaded by wild Morning Glory vines or “Bindweed” as it's sometimes called. We've sprayed it, dug it up, and pulled it out by the roots, but like “Arnold” it just keeps coming back.

The amazingly fast growing roots are long, white tubes that can reach the size of a pencil and sometimes you can pull three or four feet out of the soil before they break off and start growing again. Any broken pieces will regenerate into a new vine and every day new sprouts appear, giving us the daily chore of pulling them out.

Several days ago I spied some new vines creeping out from behind a piece of plywood leaning against the greenhouse wall. I pried the board out a bit so I could see what was behind it, and Eureka! There was a bonanza of tangled Morning Glory roots hiding there.

I pried the plywood out some more, slid my hand down and started pulling out fist full after fist full. I couldn't believe how many of the ropey things I was yanking out of their hiding place. I had a 5 gallon bucket half full of roots before I was almost done. I saw one more, way back in the narrow crevice and I jammed my hand in, grabbed it and pulled it out.

Imagine my surprise when it curled around my wrist, opened it's mouth and hissed at me. On second thought, “surprise” is too mild a word for what I felt. Maybe “terror” or “horror” would be closer, but I don't think there's a word in the dictionary that has the definition “almost crapping your pants!” (At least I couldn't find it.)

Now, most folks would say, “That was just a harmless little garden snake!” but they haven't seen the bruises I received while I was flailing my arms like an out of control windmill, trying to get rid of the damned snake and get out through the green house door.

It's been two days now and I think my pulse rate has dropped back to nearly normal. It's occurred to me that a temporary cure for the slowness of movement that happens to older people like me with Parkinson's Disease might be to surprise them with an occasional snake. But count me out!