Pantyhose, Polaroids and Pivots: Conclusion

July 14th, 2013

Mary DugganBy Mary Duggan

I know I still owe you a bit about the coworker who looked like a movie star. Specifically a va Va VAH VOOM superstar like Sophia Loren – that kind of sexy gorgeous. Teresa Naon and I had grown up together, at least from the middle of grade school on, when she and her family arrived from Argentina and landed in our neighborhood and our school. Our mothers quickly became friends and my mom was more than happy to have the Naon kids join us for lunch at our house while their mom was transitionally busy with work or school or something related to their settling in. From this phase of my life with Teresa I remember two things. The first was chocolate milk. Read the rest of this entry »

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Pantyhose, Polaroids and Pivots: Part Two

July 14th, 2013

Mary DugganBy Mary Duggan

I have just one more thing to say about my time right out of high school spent working at a bank. Okay, maybe two or three things. Yes, I WAS miserable; but from the distance of four decades I can see that even at the worst times in your life – and working at a bank was so that for me – there is always so much going on, as well, that is magical and worth remembering. I think this is one of the gifts of maturing. I will not be saying aging for another decade, at least. The gift of seeing that the world, if you can just let it, or better yet work with it, is always trying to heal you. Three co-workers at Beverly Bank taught me that.

One of them looked like a rock star. One of them looked like a movie star. And one of them was related to a movie star. I will begin with the related one. And I will try to not say this again –  I was miserable working at the bank. But it was not all the bank’s fault; and Nancy helped me to address that and get on with my life. But, I have to talk about looked like a rock star first. Read the rest of this entry »

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Pantyhose, Polaroids and Pivots: Part One

July 14th, 2013

Mary DugganBy Mary Duggan

When I was just a kid looking to find my way in the world of work, I had one guiding prerequisite. I wanted a job where I did not have to wear panty hose. I was not alone. There were plenty of other young women in my same predicament with my same tiny dream. You laugh now, you kids at jobs where you’re allowed nose rings and tattoos and visible arm pit hair that is braided and patchouli-scented; but I came of age in darker days. My first “real” job was in a bank. It does not get any worse than that – not then, not now.

I made $2.67 per hour to work in Loan Operations at our local bank. It was 1971, the economy was in quite a slump Read the rest of this entry »

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Birthdays Are Such A Good Idea

June 11th, 2013

By Mary Duggan

Let’s just say the girls went garbage picking for my birthday. And it worked out beautifully.

In the weeks preceding the Big 60 there was much gnashing of teeth and sighing coming from my sisters about the plans for my 60th birthday celebration. Now the girls are big on doing it up really big when it comes to the milestone birthdays. When I turned 40 it was a Wild Women Road Trip to the Badlands. And they topped that one with a whopper when they took me to Paris for the Big 50. Like I said they are crazy generous and enthusiastic sister-friends and both times they pulled out all the stops with itineraries so jammed packed with fun that it defied belief. So what were they to do with 60 to celebrate and no cash available?

I tried desperately to let them off the hook. I adore organizing and had noticed that Container Store was running a sale on some specialty shelf liners that I had coveted for years. No really. I had always wanted them. I love to clean and organize and my kitchen needs them desperately. I actually suggested a gift of shelf paper. Really, I did. Of course I came quickly to my senses and then withdrew that particular suggestion. But I was determined to help with the party plans and pull the weight off their shoulders by taking all expectations down – way down.

I came up with the idea of really enjoying yet another stay-cation. I mean we live in Chicago, not some sleepy little hamlet. And we never make the time to just plain enjoy Chicago. So I proposed a bloom where you are planted – don’t forget to enjoy your own garden kind of shindig. Better still, I said, let’s build it around the Printers Row Lit Fest, which is always held on my birthday and which I never go to because I am always having some kind of big birthday fun with my sisters. Once I proposed a theme that we could all get behind, all that was left to do was peruse the daily Tribune build-up to the big event and circle the authors and events on the enormous 2-day calendar that interested me.

Author April Peveteaux's autographs Mary's birthday book.

Author April Peveteaux autographs Mary’s birthday book.

Just a smidge more fun than shelf paper? Not in the hands of my sisters it’s not. And not when the party girl is a word nerd from way back. Every day I read articles about who was coming to town and I sifted and sorted through the options. Gluten-free food bloggers competed with celebrity chefs. There were local authors like Amy Sue Nathan and old friends like Billy Lombardo. Even Sting was on board with his Narrative Project. Then one day I came upon author Porter Gale who intrigued me with her “Your Network is Your Net Worth” take on entrepreneurs and marketing and other business-y matters. And despite apprehensions that it would trigger work thought, I added her to the list and even did the nifty little exercise she suggested. I shared the exercise with my sisters. Read the rest of this entry »

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Having Choices Was My Greatest Gift

June 6th, 2013

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By Mary Duggan

It’s days before my big birthday and I would rather be otherwise occupied than explaining a recent blog. But okay, let’s try this again. And I will leave out the elegant metaphor or was it an analogy? Whatever it was, I still think it was spot on (as everyone seems to be saying lately) if we are ever going to figure out what keeps people from reclaiming their precious health.

The point I was trying to make is this: did anyone involved in your medical care make clear to you that you have choices? Did anyone say there are two ways to look at your __________? Here you have to insert the type of auto-immune disease you have been diagnosed with because there are so many. A big part of the conversation is why so many and a big part of the answer is the inflammation that links these conditions. But first, about choices.

I know in my case the docs made clear there were no real options or choices. I have found in years of discussions with other folks suffering from these myriad disorders that they were not presented choices either. And there’s the rub. Okay? Sorry but I will not allow you to take away my English Literature degree altogether. And I will argue with you that having a choice in the manner of your medical care is such a gift. Many medical maladies are permanent and irreversible and tragic – autoimmune disease isn’t. Read the rest of this entry »

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Don’t Just Say No, Say I’m Sorry

June 4th, 2013

MaryDuggan_hands on hipBy Mary Duggan

When you give up glutens, and I know you will eventually – the tipping point grows closer and closer each day – don’t just give up gluten. Say I’m sorry to your body too. And send down pro-biotics and other gut-restoring goodies to heal the damage done. If you don’t know what those goodies are, seek out professional folks who do.

Nutritionist Kelly Dorfman, author of “What’s Eating Your Child?” had me cheering with an insight she shared in a recent interview with Mari-Jane Williams of The Washington Post. The talk was too skinny kids on gluten free diets; just the sort of condition that would have traditional nutritionists finger-waving and clucking about the needs for “healthy whole grains.”

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Kelly Dorfman is a nutrition detective who works with medical professionals around the country to help people with complex ailments and symptoms.

But Dorfman made the wiser point. You can’t assume Read the rest of this entry »

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Gluten is my WHAT?!*&@?

June 3rd, 2013

By Mary Duggan

The writers are coming! The writers are coming! It’s time for Chicago’s Printer’s Row LIT FEST and I couldn’t be more delighted to see gluten-free bloggers and writers taking their place at the table. Especially ones with a great attitude about not letting a gluten-free diagnosis get in the way of being a super foodie. Such is the case with April Peveteaux, author of the blog Gluten Is My B*@#H!!!

Gluten is my Bitch author April Peveteaux.

Don’t you have to love a gal who created gluten-free beignets?! I apologize in advance to Dr. Bill Davis, but I do love April Peveteaux’s spirited approach to GF.

Okay, all these younger than me bloggers use language that I just don’t understand. No really, I am not any kind of prude. Most certainly not a language prude, but I am so Read the rest of this entry »

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A Chicago Institution Embraces Gluten-Free

May 31st, 2013

By Mary Duggan

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My dear Mother would have said, “The Lord works in mysterious ways.” Because when a member of the famed Chicago restaurant family Berghoff gets diagnosed with Celiac Disease, the whole city gets healed. I would not wish Celiac on anyone, let alone Sarah Berghoff McClure, the petite, 12-year-old daughter of Carlyn Berghoff of restaurant family fame. But sick she was and diagnosed she got – with Celiac Disease.

And here’s where the story gets heart-warming and heart-healthy for their family and yours. The whole family got on board with the transition, especially her Mom, and the end result is a healthy Sarah and a wonderful cookbook entitled Cooking for Your Gluten-Free Teen.”

berghoff mom and sarah

The Berghoff McClure family has used their personal health challenge to help heal the Chicago restaurant scene and teenagers EVERYWHERE!

Eve Becker of the Tribune reports, “At home, Berghoff cooks entirely gluten-free for her husband and three kids. She also has trained the staff at The Berghoff Restaurant how to prepare gluten-free requests safely.”

So, I am off to do three things. Read the rest of this entry »

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Disease Is A Lousy Lover

May 30th, 2013

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By Mary Duggan

Why do folks fall in love with their diseases? I just don’t get it. The minute someone tells me that they have MS or RA or Lupus or Fibromyalgia, and the list goes on from there, I can hear it in their voice. That immediate embracing of victim energy. This fell from the sky and it landed on me. I am not lucky. My mother had it. I have learned to live with it. My doctor says, my doctor says, my doctor says seems to be the primary mantra that keeps them down for the count and deeply invested in their disease.

When folks with any sort of Irritable Bowel Syndrome or Krohn’s Disease say my doctor told me that what I eat will make no difference at all I actually want to scream. On and on it goes and I need an alternative to screaming. What is it with us human beings that we surrender so quickly and fully to our diagnosis of disease? Why do we fall in love Read the rest of this entry »

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Angelina Jolie Has Inspired Me

May 21st, 2013

By Mary Duggan

There are two gallons of urine in my fridge and I couldn’t be happier. I think you might want to gather some in your fridge as well.

urine side by side pee

Here’s why.

Angelina Jolie has folks talking about breast cancer, fear and powerlessness. So I figured it was a good time for me to make an important move towards breast health and empowerment in my own life. Jolie opted for a preventive double mastectomy in response to BRCA1 genetic testing that revealed her to be strongly predisposed to breast cancer. Her story has been front and center in the news this past week. While some folks heralded Jolie’s choice as heroic, I have to admit to being pretty much horrified by the news. I have heard about this option being taken before from folks not at all famous. I was horrified then, as well. All week I have scoured the press, looking for someone saying something wonderful in response. I couldn’t find it; so here is what I have to contribute to the conversation.

But first, my “credentials.” I have all sorts of markers for Breast Cancer, though I have never opted for the BRCA1 test. I can’t imagine that I ever will. Here is a test I have opted to take instead.

urine brown box

This little brown box is my contribution to the story. Annie and I left our doctor’s office weeks ago each toting our 24 Hour Urinary Iodine Loading Test Kits – WHEW. Each kit cost $120 and comes in the box shown above. Of course we carried them home, popped them onto the floor of the pantry and meant to get back to them but didn’t. Peeing in a cup every time you pee for 24 hours is a pain in the neck. A hassle. An easy task to put off. Gentlemen really, for ladies it is more of a hassle than it is for you.

More importantly, I had put it off  for years and that is crazy. More or less crazy than how Jolie is handling her breast health is the issue here. Here’s why. You all know Jolie’s story by now. Here is a bit of mine. My mother had both breast and uterine cancer. My Dad as well had cancer. Like Jolie, divorce left him less present in my life so I am clearer on my Mom’s genetic gifts to me. I have a preponderance of “markers” for breast cancer that I am keenly aware of without BRCA1 testing.

  • I am Caucasian.
  • I am overweight.
  • I am inactive.
  • I have never had a child.
  • I have never breast-fed a child.
  • I began to menstruate early.
  • I arrived late to menopause.
  • I have large breasts.
  • I have a family history of cancer on both sides of my family. Okay, I think that’s enough for now.
urine vials

Shake your 24 hour collection of pee, fill a vial with a sample and mail. How easy is that?

You would think I would be crazy scared to death of cancer, wouldn’t you? Well, I am not; and here’s why. I am keenly aware that I live in a different world than my parents did and I handle all of my health concerns differently as well.

I am exposed each and every day to chemical pollution that my ancestors could not have imagined. And so I invested in a Far Infrared Sauna. It deals very effectively with that. It costs far less than BRCA testing and it protects more than just my breast and uterus. And I can share it with others. I take LOTS of other precautions, as well.

My parents took antibiotics, and other prescription medications whenever their docs told them to. I  take a more preventive approach and radically limit my participation in the pharmaceutical industry that my parents used freely and without fear. Instead I work conscientiously with my physician to utilize testing and supplementation to build up my body and assist it in warding off disease and malfunction.

When thyroid disease reared its ugly head in my Mother’s young life, she agreed to removal with radiation and a lifetime regimen of the proven ineffective drug- Synthroid. I watched my sisters go unsuccessfully down the Synthroid road in the treatment of their hypothyroidism.  When I got slammed with severe Grave’s Disease (hyperthyroidism) I paid close attention to the Broda Barnes Protocol from the University of Chicago and went down the natural Armour Thyroid path instead. The program has been wildly successful for me and my sisters with hypothyroidism. Endless thanks to our brother John for bringing it into our health consciousness and our lives.

I have addressed my spinal issues, including a profound brain injury and debilitating stenosis, through the use of drugless therapies like chiropractic, acupuncture, cranial sacral adjustments and more. My mother came late to chiropractic and only used it sporadically. Watching her body bend under the pain and debilitation of spinal stenosis was heartbreaking. And because I have inherited it from her – scary. I have days when I still curse its omnipresence in my life; but I believe that yoga and cranial sacral chiropractic with acupuncture will at least keep it at bay longer than my mother’s back braces did for her.

When I suffered a profound hearing loss as a young woman, I put hearing aids on hold and headed out for a consultation with a doctor of Traditional Chinese Medicine. It worked beautifully and my hearing was fully restored. Who’d a thunk sick kidneys could bring on hearing loss.

You get the picture. I view my body, disease, doctors, health, wellness, ALL OF IT, in a radically different manner than my genetic precedents. I have a colonic every time cash and time allow. I especially make sure to do a few when I am doing a significant cleanse. Oh yeah, I do regular cleanses and I make sure they cross disciplinary lines: one time a homeopathic cleanse – next time a naturopathic cleanse – next time a vegetable juice cleanse – next time 100% raw for 22 months – next time a 3-day-fast. I am trying my best.

Now, back to the little brown box.  Why is collecting a gallon of urine part of my breast health regimen? Science. This is a 24-hour urine iodine test designed to measure the amount of iodine retained by my body, thereby showing my body’s iodine status. Connection to breast cancer? You have to read the book. I did years ago and then overwhelmed with all sorts of other things I was doing for my health, it fell to the wayside. But I am a listener and I do believe in the power of three. When a topic of importance is brought to my attention three times in rapid fire succession, I listen. Within about a week, I had more than three folks very well-versed in the field of alternative and preventive medicine say the word is in and the word is iodine.

urine mailer box

How could I have taken so long to do this test? In the mail it goes for Mary and Annie. Clare, we have saved you some room in the fridge.

The book is IODINE: Why You Need It Why You Can’t Live Without It by David Brownstein, M.D.

Not going to read it? That’s okay, kind of. Here’s is my VERY short opine on why I think you need to bring this to your doctor and get tested. Iodine has been strongly linked to breast cancer and all sorts of other modern maladies. I live in the “Goiter Belt” and I just love to say that. Okay, us folks in the Midwest who are not getting all the wonderful salty side effects of close to the ocean life need to look at iodine.  But seriously and this is oh-so-serious, get the book and let’s all read it together and discuss it and then let’s do something about it. Here’s why. And here’s my problem with something Angelina Jolie said.

Jolie states in her NY Times Op Ed that “…there are many women who do not know that they might be living under the shadow of cancer.” And I am sorry but that statement seems absurd to me. I never meet women who aren’t afraid of cancer. Never. And I think fear has to be reduced and healthy choices have to be enhanced. Not surgery and reconstruction. Healthy choices. Like taking the correct form of iodine to heal our breasts.

I am trying to be fair here, and I know Jolie is referring to folks with a strong genetic predisposition. But I think nonetheless that we have to get a serious grip. The National Cancer Institute tells us that about 12% of all women will develop breast cancer sometime in their life. Take that in. Of that 12%, 3 to 5% have BRCA abnormalities. Take that in. The numbers that Jolie was quoting were from studies done in the mid-1990s that have since been revised – downward. Okay? Let’s breathe and concentrate on tests and steps to restore health. Powerful, right?

Jolie goes on to say, “Cancer is still a word that strikes fear into people’s hearts, producing a deep sense of powerlessness. But today it is possible to find out through a blood test whether you are highly susceptible to breast and ovarian cancer, and then take action.” But what about that fear? Fear can be informative and powerful if channeled properly. For example, if I get my breast tissue removed, can’t the body just create the cancer somewhere else? And what about that powerlessness? Is wildly expensive, not always covered by insurance and extremely painful surgery really the powerful move to make? Other women with voices who have made the same choice as Jolie have contested Jolie’s portrayal of the surgery and recovery. Check out the bloggers.

I have a different idea. A different definition entirely about what it is to be powerful. Let’s get testing that shows us what’s missing in our diets and then let’s make changes. Let’s explore ways to heal our bodies with supplementation and cleansing and exercise and protect our entire body from cancer. There is so much more to be done than just surgical mutilation. And for me, so profoundly genetically pre-disposed, mutilation is the correct word. I remember my mother’s breasts: before and after the surgeon’s skills. But I also remember all the other choices and information that went into her health decision. Too much of women’s health is still mutilation. Enough already. Let’s gather our pee, while we may.

urine angled pee

Collecting our urine was not scary or expensive. It felt POWERFUL!

You know I will be back with the results. And I will, at that time, explore just a bit more about the role of flouride and bromide and why we need to know these words and how they put our breasts and our health at risk. I am dying to know what my urine had to say about the flouride and bromide levels in my body. Well, dying is the wrong word. I am living to know. I hope you are too. Let’s all pee in a cup right now while Angelina Jolie has breast health in the forefront of the cancer conversation.

 

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Mary DugganMary Duggan is Co-Founder and President of the Duggan Sisters.

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