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Compounds found in tea, called theaflavins and thearubigins, prevent obesity

But don't drink your tea with milk!
A study by scientists in Japan, which is published this month in the journal of Nutrition, reveals that extracts from tea leaves inhibits the absorption of fat in the gut of rats being fed high fat diets. These rats also had less fat tissue on their bodies and lower fat content in their livers. The researchers now believe this could explain why people in Britain appear not to benefit from the healthy affects of tea despite being among the world's biggest consumers of the beverage. Dr. Devajit Borthakur, a scientist the Tea Research Association, in Jorhat, India, said: "When tea is taken with milk, theaflavins and thearubigins form complexes with the milk protein, which causes them to precipitate. "It means that we don't get the health benefit from these compounds nor from milk protein. Therefore, it is always advised to take tea without milk.

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Think Quote, Year 01, Day 086

Roll with the punches.
(Anonymous)

An investigation may take six months. A quick interview, profile, a day.
(Diane Sawyer)
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Randy Tobler Show: Welcome

This morning, I had a conversation with Dr. Randy Tobler on his radio show "Vital Signs", on 97.1 FM News Talk in St Louis. Dr. Tobler is an obstetrician-gynecologist with an interest in nutrition, fitness and reproductive endocrinology from a holistic perspective. He asked me to appear on his show after he discovered my blog and found that we have some things in common, including an interest in evolutionary/ancestral health. We talked about the history of the American diet, the health of non-industrial cultures, what fats are healthiest, and the difference between pastured and conventional meat/dairy-- we took a few questions from listeners-- it was fun.

The show is available as a podcast here (3/26 show), although as far as I can tell, you need iTunes to listen to it. My section of the show starts around 8:20.

To everyone who arrived here after hearing me on the air this morning: welcome! Here are a few posts to give you a feel for what I do here at Whole Health Source:

The Coronary Heart Disease Epidemic

US Weight, Lifestyle and Diet Trends, 1970-2007
Butter vs. Margarine Showdown
Preventing and Reversing Tooth Decay
The Kitavans: Wisdom from the Pacific Islands
Potatoes and Human Health, Part I, Part II and Part III
Traditional Preparation Methods Improve Grains' Nutritional Value
Real Food XI: Sourdough Buckwheat Crepes
Glucose Tolerance in Non-industrial Cultures
Tropical Plant Fats: Palm Oil

It's Time to Let Go of the Glycemic Index

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Western Food is Making the World Diabetic

Listen to this interesting 13 minute NPR audio on Diet and Diabetes, where one doctor discusses the differences he noticed between Afghan patients and the bodies of North American patients. He says;

"Typical Afghan civilians and soldiers would have been 140 pounds or so as adults. And when we operated on them, what we were aware of was the absence of any fat or any adipose tissue underneath the skin," Patterson says. "Of course, when we operated on Canadians or Americans or Europeans, what was normal was to have most of the organs encased in fat. It had a visceral potency to it when you could see it directly there."

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Community Care for Mentally Ill in Bekasi

Jakarta Globe, Ulma Haryanto | March 26, 2011

While Bekasi hospitals and police have supported the Galuh Foundation,
it has come under fire from medical practitioners for its use of physical
restraints. (JG Photo/Yudhi Sukma Wijaya)

Pak Gendu, I really like what you are doing! It is just too sad to see and hear consistently how the state neglects mentally ill, and also how many families see a mentally ill person in their midst as a stigma which needs to be hidden. A while ago I saw a slide show in an online Australian newspaper which showed terrible photos of mentally ill people in an compound, I think it was in the West Java area, I forgot the exact location and the link to this slides, but what I did not forget were the pictures...

He might not have had any formal education, and was branded a Betawi street fighter by many, but Gendu Mulatip saw people being neglected by the state and set out to help them.

Recognizing that the city of Bekasi did not provide any healthcare facilities for the mentally ill, Gendu, with the help of his most trusted friends, set up a foundation to provide care and treatment for the mentally challenged — usually free of charge.

Gendu took his last breath in January, at the age of 95, but the Galuh Foundation, which stands for “ Gagasan Luhur ” or “noble ideas,” remains his legacy. Its traditional methods might not have the acceptance of the medical establishment, but the foundation is convinced it is doing good.

Set up in 1994, the foundation is now run by Suhanda, 58, Gendu’s eldest son, who took over operations when his father died. Suhanda is assisted by 45-years-old twins Suhartono and Suhandoyo, who are the sons of Gendu’s trusted aide, Amir, now in his 60s.

“The treatment for our patients here focuses on how to prepare them for society. That’s why we never confine our patients or shackle them, unless we absolutely have to,” referring to a traditional method of restraint.

Situated in a 3,000 square meter compound in Rawa Lumbu, Bekasi, the foundaiton has plenty of space for its 245 patients.

“What we have now is a significant improvement on our previous facility,” Suhandoyo says. “We were overburdened with patients before we purchased a bigger property.”

Family

When Suhandoyo says patients are prepared to live with mainstream society, he really means it. The patients at Galuh Foundation live side-by-side with the families of their caretakers.

“For married workers we provide living quarters in the compound,” Suhanda says. “The employees here are social workers. They only get Rp 400,000 [$46] a month.”

Despite the meager pay, Suhandoyo, who was deeply inspired by Gendu, says he learned a great deal from working at the foundation.

“Gendu taught me about patience and to care and love our patients,” he says. “Living here means that we don’t have to worry about accommodation and food, and when it comes to the education of my children, most schools, when they know we work at the foundation, are willing to make exceptions.”

Suhandoyo says about 40 staff help to care for the patients. An additional 15 people — ex-patients — had decided to stay and help.

“Patients who are more stable and can follow instructions are asked to carry out daily chores such as going to the neighborhood shops,” he says. “We usually rotate their chores once in a while.”

The compound has a field where patients can walk around. A large fenced-off building serves as the living quarters for the male patients, while the female residents live in a more closed off area at the back of the facility.

“We have more male patients here. More than 70 percent,” Suhandoyo says.

The foundation does not charge for its services, only asking for a meal fee of Rp 20,000 to Rp 25,000 per patient per week.

“It is up to the patient’s family how much they would like to contribute,” Suhandoyo adds.

Traditional Approach

None of the caretakers at the foundation has a medical degree or background. Gendu never went to school and used to be known as a Betawi street fighter.

“Suhanda is an elementary-school graduate. The only person with a degree here is my father,” Suhandoyo says.

Gendu believed that mental illness could be cured. He said he received the knowledge to cure mental illness from his parents, and he passed this knowledge on to Suhanda.

“Here we use prayers, traditional herbs, counseling, and sometimes, exorcism,” Suhandoyo explains.

“We believe too many foreign chemicals are bad for you,” he says. “That’s why each patient has to undergo a purification process using herbs, followed by a vegetarian diet, no carbonated drinks or sugar and no red meat.”

Suhandoyo adds that general hospitals in Bekasi and even the police have handed over mentally ill patients to the foundation.

However, the traditional methods used at the Galuh Foundation, including the use of physical chaining instead of sedatives, are largely frowned upon by medical practitioners.

Conflict

Dr. Gregorius Pandu Setiawan, a leading mental health expert, points out that the herbs used in the foundation’s treatments are not clinically proven, and therefore it can be hard to judge the real effect on patients’ bodies.

“They use physical restraint with shackles and chains, doctors use sedatives,” he says.

Gregorius views such methods as “an embarrassment,” especially since Bekasi is located so close to Jakarta.

“The hospitals and police officers who send people to the foundation are foolish,” he says

Meanwhile, Dr. Irmansyah, the director of mental health at the Health Ministry, says he regrets that the foundation is not considered a formal health-care facility by the state.

“The ministry and other health institutions such as Soeharto Herjan Mental Hospital, Duren Sawit Hospital and Bekasi Health Office visited the facility a couple of times to check the conditions,” he says.

However, offerings of medical assistance were rejected by the foundation. “Every individual suffering from disease should be treated, the state should provide medical facilities, including for those with mental illness.”

Irmansyah says he does not have anything against traditional medication, “as long as it does not make someone worse.”

“We realize that there are places that medical science has not reached yet, such as Galuh, but we hope this would not last for long,” Irmansyah says.

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Think Quote, Year 01, Day 085

The perception of beauty is a moral test.
(Henry David Thoreau)

Memory is deceptive because it is colored by today's events.
(Albert Einstein)
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giving in to the monkey brain

Herceptin

I think I'm happy with the outcome of the brouhaha over Herceptin in Ontario. For those of you outside the province or outside the loop. Jill Anzarut, a 35 year old woman undergoing treatment for breast cancer made the news last week when she announced that the province had to pay for Herceptin because her Her2+ tumour was less than one centimetre (that's about 1/4 inch) in diameter.

The province initially refused to budge but eventually caved after a massive campaign played out in the social and traditional media. Access to Herceptin will now much more room for discretion when it comes to providing access to the drug.

I feel good about this. It's not that I think that every drug should be funded for every person. Her2+ cancers are very aggressive and, as best put by Stephen Chia, chair of the British Columbia breast-tumour group, “In HER-2 positive cancers, it’s not the size that drives it; it’s the HER-2 gene that drives it.” 

Election

Canadians are once again going to the polls. I am not happy about this. 

I'm sad that the long overdue Bill C-389 protecting the rights of transgendered people will die before it gets the chance to be thrown out by the Senate.

I'm worried that we will end up with a Conservative majority.

I have election fatigue. There was a time in my life when an election would make me feel excited and hopeful. Now I just think, "Ugh."

Presents in the mail

Did you see my scrabble pendant in yesterday's post? My friend Leslie sent it to me after I told her I'd like to have on with my initial on it. It made me very happy to open the envelope that held my surprise.

The bad with the good

Last week, I received my author's copy of the current issue of Canadian Woman Studies. The theme this quarter is Women and Cancer and I have a poem that is part of a piece called "Seven Reflections on Breast Cancer by Seven Women Who Worked Together." I'm happy about that.

I'm far less happy about another piece I stumbled on when I was leafing through the issue. It's called "The Private/Public Split in Breast Cancer Memoirs." It was written by a woman who came to my book launch in Toronto and asked for permission to speak in order to seek contributions - something to which I readily agreed. She also asked me to contribute to the issue, which prompted me to reach out to my writing group.

I had no idea that she planned to write a scathing deconstruction of my book - but that's what she did. I know that all writers get bad reviews but I found her comments to be very critical of me as a person (I guess you can't seperate the analysis of a memoir from its author) and quite unfair. 

I'm sure how to respond or react, or whether I should do so at all. I've actually been unable to finish reading the article. With a distinct lack of maturity, I threw the journal onto the living room floor and it stayed there for several days. I only just picked it up, in order to write this post.

I'll let you know what I decide to do. Meanwhile, I'm pasting my very own contribution below. It's a very small part of a greater whole (and not the strongest piece by the seven of us by any stretch) but it's mine and, like all my writing, expresses a little bit of what has been in my heart.


Snap shots

December 2nd, 2005.
When I close my eyes, I see myself as I was then.
Short dark hair and boots with heels.
Irritable and excited in equal measure.
I knew big change was coming. And it did. But it was not what I expected.
I was getting undressed when I found the lump.

July 1st, 2006
I close my eyes and see myself as I was then.
Round, bald and bloated. But happy.
Chemo is behind me. Or so I expect.
I am self-conscious but also hungry.
I eat two burgers at the barbecue.

December 24th, 2006
I close my eyes and see myself as I was.
I rallied for Christmas Eve but in the end the pain got the best of me.
My liver was riddled with tumours. And I had waited too long for the morphine.
My mother had to put me to bed. That comforted me.
And so did the drugs.

June 25th, 2007
I close my eyes and I can taste
The strawberries on my tongue
The sensual pleasure of the whipped cream
And the Niagara ice wine as it slid down my throat.
I knew I would soon have something to celebrate.

December 16th, 2009
I close my eyes so I can think.
I have now been in remission for 30 months.
And I will be in treatment for the rest of my life.
Some days I wake up celebrating.
Some days I grieve for what I have lost.
Today is a sad day.
Tomorrow will be better. Or maybe the day after that.

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