Thursday, December 27, 2012

Pug Christmas.......

Happy Holidays Everyone,

Here I am in another stupid Santa hat. I try to look cute on the first pic to get it over with faster.  What do you think?

This year I'm in Key West which is not so bad. I do miss the snow but you know how my master is about that...... They do have a lot of lights down here. I mean on the houses......Now, why didn't he send you a picture of that...da....
The trip down wasn't bad.  Have done that before but after that it got me.. a'm running around in a circle, it's so funny......oh....I guess it's a dog joke.  

Anyway, lived in 3 hotels, 10 rooms, then a place where the landlord turned out to be a crazy person. Licking my foot Finally, we found a place. (pause........just took a small nap).. Oh, the place.... It's OK.  Small compared to my place in Chicago but where's my furniture?  I'm still waiting.  No couch, none of my familiar chairs.  Thank God, he brought my old toys.  

Gotta go.......I smell food....yum.....yum......woof, ya,

Nate the Dog

Wednesday, December 26, 2012


For the most part, the gifts have been given, the cards sent, and the frenzy subsided. As we all know, the wonder is in the eyes of the children but, what about our wonder?  As I read some of the posts of my fellow prostate survivors, I see some are happy that they have some functioning, others that they have become closer with their partners, while others strive to survive.

This magical season is about the wonder: the wonder of birth, the wonder of renewal, the wonder of love. I know I often get caught up in shopping, decorating, cooking......the list is endless.  But now that the day is over, the spirit continues. The spirit of appreciating what we have and what we can give. It's not about the presents. It's about the spirit. Knowing that a smile to someone may be the best gift he has received all day. A pleasant greeting to a stranger may renew her spirit.  A compliment to someone working the holidays may be just what the person needed to get through their shift.

Remember the gifts that we can always give but often forget. They may take some effort and time but they are the real gifts of the season. Keep giving.

Monday, December 24, 2012

Merry Christmas Everyone.....Hallelujah.

I've been out of commission for awhile and I'll explain it in another post soon.  I promise.  And to those who follow my blog, I apologize.

But this is Christmas Eve....a time I remember being with family, sharing hugs, and the Polish tradition of breaking a small piece of wafer (oplatek) and going to each person and wishing each "health, hope and happiness for the future." Now that I'm older and more sentimental ( I think I was always sentimental but I wasn't always older) I miss that tradition but I haven't forgotten the memories. Those memories live on and I know the tradition continues tonight with my family ( I can't be with them) and many other families throughout the world.  

Hope, Health, and Happiness
So, to you and yours, I wish you the best and hope your dreams come true.  Count your blessings and all those little things we tend to take for granted. Thank you all for reading my blog. 

In the meantime, celebrate as the people of the small Yupiq Eskimo Village of  Quinhagak, Alaska. 
It was a school computer project intended for the other Yupiq villages in the area. Much to the villagers' shock, over a half million people have viewed it.

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Meaning of Life...

Recently, I learned that my cousin had a stroke,while having brain surgery. She is recuperating and hopefully, with time, hard work, and prayers she will return to normal. Nicole is a fighter and definitely has the determination to do it. Her brother, Chris, has overcome incredible challenges(chris-alt-delete) and I'm sure she will too. She comes from a very brave and loving family.

Although this is not in the same category, my dog looked like he was having a seizure yesterday, and I rushed him to the emergency dog clinic where he stayed the night. I picked him up this morning and he seems to be fine. Apparently something he got into and ate. My point is that I don't think I take the time to realize how precious life is until something happens. I know I'm not alone.  The point of this post is that it is very important for me to try to stay in the moment.

I've been concentrating on my move to Key West which has been my dream for sometime. There are so many details that I got lost in all the minutia. Pack the boxes, donate the furniture, get receipts, change address, etc. that I forgot why I was doing all that.  Frustrated, exhausted, anxious....all of that and more but the final outcome will be Key West.

And so I say how important it is not to get lost in the details and remember the goal. The person is the same person, the dog is the same dog, I am the same me.....

I say to myself, "Take a deep breath, send a note to my cousin, pet my your love NOW.

Saturday, September 15, 2012

I'm Still Hot.....

As I approach the Big Day, I came across this video of Betty White and Luciana and felt I had to post it.  For all of us who ever doubted we were "still hot" as we approached those "golden years", Betty White assures us to rap and eat cheese cake     .

Sunday, August 26, 2012

Vampires and Zombies

There seems to an obsession with vampires and zombies. I know that I went through all of Anne Rice's
vampire books and can't turn down a good/bad zombie movie. And the rage continues in the media, so I know it's not just me. 

I said I'd deal with prostate issues in this blog, so bare with me. Immortality and sex sound appealing at first, don't they? But, then I thought more about it and what if a vampire went after me and turned me while I had prostate cancer? Would I end up being a prostate sucking vampire? And what about worry? Immortality doesn't obliterate worry. Everlasting worry.  Think about it. 
Pleasure Passes

Plus, I think immortality is over-rated. The undead don't seem very happy to me. They are stuck at that age forever, constantly scaring, chasing, and eating humans. I don't mean to be irreverent about human suffering... It sucks..  But immortality doesn't sound so great either.

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

The Journey Is The Destination

Sorry I've been away so long......I got distracted with things that seemed important at the time, like minor surgery, recovery, self-pity and then the realization that I'm alive again. During this process, the phrase, "The journey is the destination" popped into my consciousness. I've heard this so many times and  often discarded it as another trite psycho-babble phrase, which is ironic since I'm a therapist and can plead guilty to having used it. But just recently, I understood it. I mean really understood it. You know how you can hear or say things and not really pay attention to them  (I know I do, maybe you don't, but I aside you probably don't need, but I'm into word counts these days). 

When I get depressed (it does happen), I wonder, "What have I accomplished. Nothing really. I'm not rich, famous, or successful (that's when I'm really depressed and I need to shake it off, talk to a friend, or hug my dog, sometimes all three)." That's when I realize the profundity of the above post.(It's profound for me, OK?) We all are on a journey, each and everyone of us. We all make choices, take a road less travelled, and use cliches (lol). It's not the destination we need to enjoy because that's the same for everyone in the end. It's the journey. We can control some of it. We can make new choices. We can create our own world. It may be crooked, linear, or sharp, but it is ours. It is most likely different from what we wanted it to be, but that's OK. It's OK because we created it. It just is. It can be anything, even redundant. 

Friday, July 20, 2012

Here's Looking At You, kid....

Hi Everyone,

Nate the dog here. Haven't had a chance to visit because he's too busy with life..he should be more like 
me. Eat, crap, sleep.. (I should write a book about that) .a dog's life isn't bad. Sometimes, I like to play with my toys..Sometimes I hide them and he can't find them. He's a bit compulsive you know, so that's fun.  Summer's been hot but who's complaining. I like hot except for walks. I pant a little and he takes me right in and feeds me. I've got him so well trained. Just wanted to check in. (name the movie in the post....and you get a sweet potato treat)

Saturday, June 23, 2012

Adventures of a Cancer Stud ..(Searching)

Oscar at age 6.....

(For those of you who have not been following, this is a continuing saga about Oscar who had always been different from the rest)

He had an odd but interesting life filled with adventures and mishaps. In his later years, he had prostate cancer and a penile implant and continued his search for meaning in a meaningless world....Oscar lost his prostate and found Existentialism...

Pablo Immersion
If it wasn't about preference nor size, what was it about? Oscar continued therapy for months with little breakthrough. He tried Picasso immersion, reflexology, affirmations, self-help books, and nude gestalt. All to no avail, other than the nude gestalt which he didn't understand but liked the sound of. He starting ending sentences with prepositions, dangling modifiers, and mixing metaphors. He wrote a memoir and considered a sex change. He knew it was time to seek some heavy-duty help. (Not that there is anything wrong with having a sex change, but Oscar who had just had a penile implant, realized happiness is not contingent on a large sexual organ. Knowing that, he didn't think it would be better not having one. (a sexual organ, that is) Besides, he was cheap at heart and the implant cost him $10,000 cash.)

Peace, Dalai...You want to audition?

He decided to try to get an appointment with the Dalai Lama or Simon Cowell, whichever came first.  As luck would have it, while Oscar was in Burma doing research on the  transformation of Asian tadpoles, he met a fellow researcher who was a third cousin of the sister-in-law who had auditioned for the X-Factor. Her cousin had friended Paula Abdul on Facebook and Sulu (the researcher) thought she could get Oscar an appointment to see Simon. This seemed like a very good idea to Oscar and he decided he was on the right path.
I got your  number, Simon

Friday, June 15, 2012

Erectile Dysfunction Cures

Over the centuries, there have been many ED cures.  The most recent hails from China as illustrated  by the following video regarding Qigong.  I think I'll pass on this one

Monday, June 4, 2012


"I need to find my voice." I've been hearing this a lot and wonder if  this question is part of the collective unconscious. As many people link into social media, androids, and internet, I wonder if people are  losing their individuality. They can easily text, e-mail or forward, but what happened to the art and nuance of conversation.

I've asked people to call me and instead they send me an email. I ask again and still don't get a call. I call them and I go into voice mail. People speak in short phrases, learn shortcuts, and  feel uncomfortable having to express their feelings. Are they also on the way out?  I wonder. In a profession, where communication is key, I can only wonder what the future holds. Will therapy become a series of texts responded to with emoticons?

What am I thinking, very soon, there will be an app for

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Celebrate With Me...

That's huge, Oscar.
We're not in Detroit, anymore. 

I recently celebrated my 4th year of remission and can't believe I didn't share it.  That being said,

join me with Gloria Gaynor as she sings,"I Will Survive"

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Escape to Charleston

Charleston Architecture

Having had a rough time here in Chicago, it was time for an escape. Dealing with a psychotic property manager who believes she's doing you a favor rather than her job, I decided it was time to take a few mental health days. And off I went to Charleston, South Carolina.  I had met some friends when I was in Key West, who invited me to visit. And not only were they gracious, they were entertaining and funny. They welcomed me into their home and gave me my own room with a view and said to relax. We took a carriage ride of the city, went to eat and toured the sites.
82 Queen St. Restaurant

Middleton Plantation Grounds

The cobblestone streets, the Marketplace, the beautiful sunsets and screened back porch brought my blood pressure down, upped my dopamine, and allowed me to have conversations with "normal" people. A very charming city and one I would urge you to visit. Travel is a wonderful way to de-stress and forget your problems. It was only 6 days, but it was enough to make me feel human again. No matter what your pain or your worries, it is always a good idea to get away from it and get some distance.  
Evening view from my porch

Monday, May 21, 2012

Sexual Satisfaction

In my experience, I think most men are selfish when it comes to sex. Depending on the degree of this trait before having prostate surgery and the result, post surgery often exaggerates this. Most men want to get off and don't care much about what happens to their partner, man or woman. Unfortunately, the man is usually not called out on it. To me love-making is about two people. Usually my partner and then me. Hopefully together but if not, both should have satisfaction. I see too many posts about men being very concerned about their sexual functioning. I am all for sex, believe me, but if there is a problem with getting an erection, I think the focus should be shifted to pleasing your partner. There are many ways to do this and I am not going to get into that on this post, but will pursue it another time. I do think that if a man cannot get hard, it is not the end of the world. Intimacy can be much more satisfying than a quick climax. I know this is a difficult concept and one that takes a lot of work. Often, men get depressed and that's OK. But, there is a way out and rather than dwell on the problem, work on the solution.  The solution can be in seeing your partner being satisfied. The gift is in the giving. Guys, I know many of you are your fifties and your perception of sexual satisfaction is different from those of us who are older, let's say in their sixties. But the same principal applies. Make your partner part of the solution and you may be surprised in the results.Goahead, you both can get some.satisfaction

Monday, May 14, 2012

Same Sex .......

Laughter relieves stress.

Congratulations President Obama on your stand on same sex marriage (seriously).

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Moms Rock...

To all those mothers here and gone, I wish you a Happy Mother's Day. You are the Hunter-Gatherer-Warriors of our lives who made sure we had food, shelter and a shoulder to lean on. You are the ones who gave us a supportive hug or a meaningful glance when we needed it. Thanks to all mothers everywhere who loved us even when we weren't lovable. Be sure to remember yours today. 

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Adventures of a Cancer Stud

Oscar soon learned that there is a price for fame. He had gone from a life of being a recluse to one of being a star. Paparazzi appeared no matter where he went.

Even if he went to the local grocery store for a loaf of bread and milk. Of course, Oscar knew he had always wanted to be well endowed and wanted people to chase after him. But, it took a lot of time and effort. He had to deal with questions like, "How does it feel to have one of the biggest tools in the world?" Do you find you enjoy sex more?  Do you plan on getting a bigger version?" The answers were: cumbersome, absolutely, and no.

Oscar had always liked clothes even if they fit badly and came from the cheaper outlets. Now, he found that his waist was the same but his inseam had increased a foot. None of his pants fit, unless he wanted to look like he was advertising his wares. He finally had to find a tailor, but even he was curious. This led to another search for someone who would not be impressed or curious. She came from a small Romanian village where size was never noticed. Men often put bottles of vodka in their pockets so they could have a taste whenever they wanted and consequently they all looked well-endowed. Also the women did most of the chores and were so exhausted by the end of the day, the last thing they wanted was sex. Nanika measured accurately and was an excellent seamstress.

Oscar went from looking like a schlump to appearing like a Wall Street banker. Now, even though people knew who he was they didn't fixate on his crotch. (That wasn't true. It just wasn't obvious to those who searched.) This was especially important when he made a TV appearance. Cameramen liked to zero in on that area as the host asked him about his appendage. Oscar usually wore an oversized shirt unless he was coming on  OPRAH or THE VIEW. Joy and Sheri enjoyed sitting close to him, Elizabeth blushed and he noticed even Whoopi and Barbara seemed overly cheerful . Oprah announced, "HERE'S OSCAR." He kept trying to tell them that prostate cancer was the only reason he was there, but they didn't want to hear that.

 As I mentioned, Oscar was gay and wondered why the women still were interested. Then he realized that a lot of male movie stars, even though they had families and considered very masculine, were also gay. It was so common that on the talk show circuit, very few people bothered to acknowledge it. It was then that Oscar began to wonder why he thought it was so important to have such a "big one." Of course there was the exhibitionist factor. When he went to the gym, the showers suddenly filled up and more men snuck glances and crowded around him.
Oscar sought out a good therapist who specialized in size issues....and charged $1,000 an hour. There was a time when Oscar would have laughed at the cost but now that he was famous, it no longer mattered. He often felt used and wondered how many people liked him for his fame, or even worse,  his Dong. His therapist was working with him to accept himself and it was a tough process.


Tuesday, May 8, 2012

It's a dog's life

            Had another rough day.  It was so bad, I had to take a second nap after lunch.

Monday, May 7, 2012

Polish Cleaning Lady

If you're Polish, you've been taught to clean. Men, women, children. Everyone cleans. Floors must be swept, washed, waxed. Our generation (3rd) isn't as thorough as our parents were. Nevertheless, it was passed on to us. Each of us has PTSD and OCD from our past. When stressed we clean. There is always something to clean or re-clean. Why do you think clean is associated with Polish Cleaning Ladies. Everyone wants one. Now, what does this have to do with cancer.....(hold on, I'm getting there) anyone who has had cancer (any type) has  been stressed to the max. Everyone has stories as to how they dealt with that stress. Some offer support, others deny it, and some laugh at it. Check out,  I Made Cancer My Bitch which really made me laugh. Maybe it's for a select audience, but many people have been diagnosed with some sort of cancer these days. It would be interesting to hears others stories. But, I digress. Why this post? I returned from a trip recently and discovered a pipe had burst in my place. After my breakdown, I prepared for the challenge. Brooms, mops, pails. Gloves, rags, disinfects. Not only did I have to clean it, I had to disinfect it. There was the impending fear of an e coli infection. It took nearly 24 hours to get the floors, cabinets, knobs, furniture cleaned. I felt the pressure and guilt building from my past history and knew my family was watching from above ready to critique my every move. There was a lot of pressure but I finally finished. I was in a total sweat and I was panting for breath. But, it was clean. I didn't have to think about cancer or its side effects. This was my new normal. I was happy. 

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Caine's Arcade

I rarely post twice in a night.  In fact, I'm lucky if I post in 2 weeks.  Sorry about that, readers.But, this was sent to me by my friend, Jim Flanagan.  Please take time to watch the whole thing. You'll be glad you did. It's one of those things you'll want to watch again and again, especially if you're having a bad day.


Caine's Arcade


1960's music      Check out this song.  One of the Oldies...

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Easter Bonnets

I decided they had the best Easter bonnets I could find.  So first prize goes to them whoever they are. To me, Easter is a time for renewal and fresh beginnings, a time to celebrate who we are. Whether you're newly diagnosed or celebrating remission, try to embrace this day. My hats off to my cousins, Chris who was recently told he was in remission from his 5 yr. battle with Hodgkins and Cindy, his mother who was told she was in 25% remission after 3 months of treatment. Hope you and any one else who reads this post has a great Easter and Happy Passover.  

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Random Thoughts.....

Sorry for taking so long to post anything. It's been difficult to gather my thoughts. I returned from Key West and felt calm and relaxed for about 10 minutes.  Then came a flood of thoughts of how much I enjoyed it, how Chicago was cold and rainy (even though it was in the 70's) and the thought that I should sell my condo and move there.  Nearly a month later, I'd still like to go back to Key West but maybe not so drastically. If the market hadn't crashed, I'm sure I would have sold my place by now, but I know I'm not alone. I listened to Suze Orman the other day, and she is very practical and wise. She has beautiful hair, teeth, and skin. She preaches the "New American Dream" and how we should all hold tight and "live below our means." If I lived any lower, I'd be in a dungeon without food. Practical and safe is also boring and dull. So, I love you Suze, but I don't know how many more years this body is going to be on this earth and I'd like to have some fun while I'm still here and not with your debit card
Make Me Even Richer
I've survived cancer, loved and lost, and now would like to do more with my life. BTW, I would have liked to have retired by now, but I'm sure I would have been even more bored and broke. This is a very whiny blog and thanks for indulging me. I know I am very lucky and try to count my blessings everyday. Still being here is a big one. That being said, I'm going to stop. To be able to have such a platform and realize I still function quite well makes me feel very lucky.

Monday, March 5, 2012


                                                             GOING FROM HERE



I know, "Life is tough." But, why not treat yourself to your fantasy.  Shout out to my cousin Chris,who put me up for a few days in Delray on my way to Key West.  Had a nice time. Now, I see why he loves Florida so much. Nothing like getting real Vitamin D. Beats a supplement anytime. I guess that could be said about a lot of things.

Thursday, February 9, 2012

It's Like Riding A Bike.....

Most people have heard the above post title used in reference to "having SEX". It all comes back, it's simple, you won't have any problems. Sure. Who started that one.....?  I want to know. I went bicycling today and I had trouble steering and balancing. Went through bushes twice, lost the chain once, and kept cars at bay. The point is that with practice it does come back, not sex or bicycling. I refer to the everyday actions of daily living. Especially after a bout of illness.What we take for granted is not so simple once we haven't done it for awhile? Making your bed, changing clothes, taking a shower. It takes energy and will-power. It takes strength of conviction, determination, and the support of family and friends. Do not give up. It's easier but the sense of accomplishment can initiate a chain of actions, until you achieve goals you never thought yourself capable of. DON'T GIVE UP.

Wednesday, February 8, 2012


What does courage look like?  Watch the link below and you'll .know

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Vulnerability and Cancer

Painted by Guido Reni (series of seven)
Although St. Sebastian is not the patron saint of cancer victims (St. Peregrine is), St. Sebastian is the most popular image known to most people. He is often pictured as dying as a martyr for his faith, pierced by many arrows. He has been the subject of many articles and revered by many as seen in UK's, The  Independent.  I found the last paragraph very intriguing:

All of which is to say that the secret of Sebastian's success may lie in his ability to be all things to all men. Along with the famous arrows, the symbol of his martyrdom is the rope that binds his hands; yet the shape-shifting Sebastian just won't be tied down. The novelist and political activist Susan Sontag pointed out that his face never registers the agonies of his body, that his beauty and his pain are eternally divorced from each other. This made him proof against plague in 1348, and, in these ungodly times, it still does. A recent book devoted to the martyr includes Aids-related work by artists including Wolfgang Tillmans and Louise Bourgeois. It is called Saint Sebastian: A Splendid Readiness for Death.
'The Agony and the Ecstasy: Guido Reni's Saint Sebastians' is at the Dulwich Picture Gallery, London SE21, 020 8693 5254, until 11 May

So what is my point....I'm getting there. I was thinking about vulnerability and wondered if one can be too vulnerable. I'm not sure. Many women and some men describe themselves as vulnerable, which is the capacity to be hurt, physically or emotionally. But, it may also mean you have the capacity to love more. As with anything, I'm sure it's all about balance. But my eternal quest is : "how do you achieve that balance?"

I do think that cancer patients, from the point of diagnosis to all stages, are vulnerable. First of all, none of us ever expected to be in that category. Once we are, we define life differently and possibly realize the importance of every moment. All our emotions are magnified and very fine-tuned. We are often prescribed drugs to deal with these feelings but possibly we need to explore those feelings. I know that I do. As I try to enjoy these beautiful days in paradise, I find myself often reminded of the arrows of pain that I and my fellow travelers have endured. At the same time, I try to enjoy the beauty that surrounds me. The paradox of pain and pleasure comes to mind.  

I strongly encourage anyone who can, to take some time for some introspection. You may be pleasantly surprised at what you find there....I have to go. I'm having drinks with Sebastian. 

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Money Flies....

It just seems to disappear faster than I'd like. The other day, it literally happened. I was at the toll booth.
"That will be $8.00 sir.
"Eight dollars!" I had only gone about 2 miles.  I had been prepared to give up to three, but eight. So, I pulled out my wallet and found a five to hand over with the three ones. At that magic moment when money exchanges hands, I saw my five dollar bill float away toward the line of cars behind me As I watched it pass me, I thought, "there goes another five" and was prepared to dig deeper into my wallet. But the toll taker who has probably seen this happen numerous times, said, "You can still get it. It's right there behind your car. I can see it."

Not wanting to lose it, I jumped out of my car, not realizing I hadn't put it into park. I ran for the five, jumped on it so it wouldn't fly away and watched my car move forward.  Oh yeah, and my dog Nathan was jumping around the front seat. Money or Nathan. I ran to my car and caught it just in time. I backed up to the booth, handed her the money. 

"You nearly lost both." Yeah, I nearly did. I was sure I had given her the money initially, and wondered if she had let it go. I thought she had but I could never prove it. Working as a toll taker must get boring. Before I drove away, she seemed to be muffling a laugh, as she said, "Have A Nice Day."

Friday, January 27, 2012


This is what I search for, but alas, it is a pic of the sunset in Maui. Although, not in Maui, I am on my way to Key West. So far, the drive has been uneventful except for being pulled over after 30 minutes into my trip. It seems I took the wrong exit and went through a red light with a cop behind me. (Whoops)  I tried to tell him I was lost, but he said that didn't explain the red light.  I told him I didn't see the sign.  He said that was a big stretch. I finally said, "you're right."  And he said, "Follow me and I'll get you to the right place." Someone just try to tell me there isn't a God out there. 
I drove ten hours and I'm here in wonderful Goodletsville, outside of Nashville. The pool is closed because it is 42 degrees. You may be asking what this has to do with being a Cancer Stud. You have to get peace, quiet, and sun.  You need to relax on the beach. It's all part of the program. Like the cop said, "That's a big stretch."

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Diet and Cancer

I have just finished watching a very controversial film, Forks Over Knives. Essentially it deals with the importance of a plant-based diet as opposed to a fat-based animal diet. Exploring the work of Dr. Esselstyn and others, it showed how diet can stop and reverse heart disease, diabetes, and a number of other diseases. It did not go as far as saying it can cure cancer, but it did feature a 70  year old woman who had breast and bone cancer. She switched her diet and recently won a gold medal in her class for a triathlon. Yeah, yeah, you're saying. I've heard about all these miracle cures and how can it help me now. Maybe it can or maybe it can't. But for all of us who have been diagnosed, treated, endured chemicals, and surgery, I do think it's worth taking a look at. We all know how much advertising and lobbyists control what we see, eat, and believe. When political committees are made up of people who have strong connections with dairy, cattle, and other meat, I think we know what they will encourage and endorse. Studies have statistically shown the increase of cancer, including prostate cancer, as communities switch from plant based to meat based diets. Most Americans, including me, were brought up on meat based meals. Most of my family has high cholesterol, diabetes, and cancer. But, I am not on a "soap box" or maybe I am, but I am going to look into this. If diet can help prevent obesity and a number of diseases, which are now beginning to show up in our children, I think it's time to examine anything which could prevent a number of diseases and lower our prescription bills. I say, "Eat a tomato. Cook up some brown rice. Cut out desserts (well, I'll have to give some serious thought to the last one.) But, do watch, Forks Over Knives.