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Oh for heaven’s sake, stop with the hormones to be replaced forever more. Honestly I believe if God wanted female hormones to race through our blood streams forever, it would already be in the process.

I know big bad and loud criticism for what I think will come booming in, but I have to say what I have to say and forever more I shall be mute on the subject.

Oh yes, you have demonstrated a great loss in bone mass and you will have to take a supplement. Ok, so I did take one dose of Foxomex and became terribly ill. So no more of that, right? For the last 40 years and more I have been chastised for not taking big doses of Calcium, plus all of the new shots being made available. Gosh if you are allergic to the one that lasts a year, you could be conceivably very ill for a whole year.

I think the body when it ages, knows what it is doing. If you fill it with hormones when it is trying to slough them off, you are going against what your body is showing and telling you.

Whole Foods opened near me, so I decided to go for the recommendation of Raw Calcium, nice size dose and low and behold, I received one of the most vicious face break outs and for weeks now I have been pealing. My scalp is covered in a cap of dandruff and it is painful to comb my hair. Quit the large, extra large doses of calcium and vitamin D3, but there is no rest or relief from this female aging thing. I knew this volatile blog is going out to you and I feel relieved and very peppy this morning. Thank you for this opportunity to share.

Now large doses of Premarin have been prescribed and not taken. You are howling, not taken, you went against your doctor’s orders? Yep, I did and do. Why?

Why, because I am going to take a few moments and write to you some of the side effects of taking Premarin, and if any one of them is a pick for you, let me know which one. Heart attack, stroke, Blood clots, Dementia, Breast Cancer, Cancer of the lining of the uterus, Ovarian Cancer, High Blood Pressure, High blood sugar, Gallbladder disease, Liver problems, Enlargement of benign tumors of the Uterus (fibroids) and a severe allergic reaction. Here are a few of the less common side effects. Also, Swollen lips, tongue and face, Headache, Irregular vaginal bleeding, Nausea and vomiting, HAIR LOSS, Fluid retention and or vaginal yeast infection. And in ending this list they state that these are not all the possible side effects of Premarin and if you want more call 1-800-438-1985.   I’m convinced once again. Thank you for reading thus far.

I want you to look up the side effects of Fosamax and do not tell me all of them, but they neglect to mention anywhere about your shinbones shattering for no reason and your jawbone begins disintegrating.

I write as the elderly lady who dyes her hair black that my doctor sees as he/now she is still prescribing drugs I have refused. You want me to ingest this poison, inject it, shove it up my female reproductive organ and surely what I do have left will fade away as well. We will whither whether we take this poo poo or not. Is this what you are thinking or are you worried, what if I get too much of this and that and keel over in death? Well, let us discuss this in the comment section.

So if I do or do not use these drugs I will dry up and blow away? I only hope it is that easy. The natural process of female aging is to reduce the productions of hormones and reduce the bone mass. Do you know doctors are still comparing your bone mass and numbering the gain or loss with 30 year olds bones and looks like they intend to forever? I am an old lady going in the direction nature proposes, so leave me alone is all I can muster. Any which way you want to look at it; you are going to the great beyond, sooner or later. You want to go kicking and yelling, or do you want to lie down and let someone else make your choices?

Our doctor retired, so we have a new doctor. I’ve never met her, but requested and took a blood test to have results ready when I go for my appointment with her. Her office called three times and to their despair I was not home. They finally told me in the morning that I have to start on a statin immediately. Really? I want to say, Go to hell, but I see where you are reading a 220-cholesterol level and forgetting to see that I have 70 HDL. When did that stop counting? My doctor for years has been telling me that I have a 4% chance of a heart attack and NOTHING has changed. For a 4% chance, you take the Statin and I’ll take my chances. I have been informed that I am a year older now and that raises my chances to 15%.

There is also the other side of the coin isn’t there? You are the ones who hope the present fight against aging works for you and so do I. But in the meantime, I believe I am on the right path for me. Aging is a crapshoot and who can predict how you and I will proceed.

Before you go off half-cocked, let me tell you I know very little about drugs and their importance. But I do know many of them are so very important. Seriously you and I might be rolled up in a ball not able to function without them. I am only spouting my fear and thoughts on Hormone Replacement Therapy and now looking into Statins for a person with a 4% chance of a heart attack.

God Bless all of us, old and young alike.

How we Met:

Catherine and I have been writing to each other for approximately 25 years or more. I met Catherine on a trip to Nebraska. Our destination was Fargo North Dakota. Ilene and Bob were over one night and we wanted a destination, so Skip took out a map, put it on the coffee table, closed his eyes circled his finger around and it landed on Fargo, North Dakota. Then, we began to plan. That trip took us up through Nebraska,

We landed in Omaha, Nebraska, traveled up through Nebraska, South Dakota, stopped in Fargo, of course, up to Winnipeg, back down through Minnesota, Iowa, and then back to Omaha to travel home. Between those travel days we have many memories, but the memory of Catherine is most vivid.

Bellevue Nebraska was on our map and as we drove around the lovely little quintessential small town we went off the main road and happened upon a travel scene. There were huge brambles rolling down the street, and to the side of the road was a little thrift type of shop; perhaps it said collectibles. Its doors were swinging and smacking in the wind and those sounds called us loud and clear to come in, and we did. There, sitting in the corner of the store, was a beautiful Nebraska woman quilting a lovely quilt. I asked her if she had more and she motioned that she could not hear me, so I wrote my question. I desperately wanted her quilt. She wrote in reply,” I can’t finish this one in time, but I have one at home and if you wait a few minutes I will get it for you. We waited. She scampered up the hill and shortly thereafter, returned with the finished quilt. I paid, we exchanged addresses, and we were off. I did write to ask her to send the finished quilt and sent the money along. The quilt arrived a week later and this is how Catherine and I have become friends and have written back and forth all of these many years.

Letter asking Permission to post Catherine’s letter:

Dear Catherine,

Maybe I have read your letter 10 times or more. I read between the lines into your soul. You are a beautiful woman sharing so much hope and pride. I just love you and your spirit. Your letter gives me a step up each time I read it. Thank you.

I hope it will be ok with you if I share it with some others I know that they would love to read the beauty in your thoughts and help to get to 95 or much more. If you say Yes, I will share it.

Do you have a photo of you? I would love to have one, but if not you know all the nurses and helpers have phones with cameras in them. Ask if they will take a picture. Have them keep taking until you like or approve. Then ask them to email it to me if they will. It is easy and I would love it!!

You will see how easy it is to take the photo and email it. Electronics are a wonder. I am into some of it, but each new step is a giant one.

Have to get a new doctor. Our oldie but goodie is retiring. How sad. I had a little girl doctor for an appointment and she talked so much, she got all out of breath and left. I didn’t even get to say anything. Gosh I surely don’t want a little talkative girl for my doctor, all said and done, she did her job well.

Love, Sheila

Catherine’s Letter

Dear Sheila,

Thank you for the money. I don’t really need it, but will probably use it at the Good Will.

I am still sewing, but don’t know for how long. My eyes are going bad and there is nothing they can do.

I am on the 25th row of this quilt for a nurse that went to the hospital with me when I had a reaction to too many shots too close together. I will soon start your quilt and go as far as I can.

Yes, I know my writing is getting bad too. But what do you expect at 95? Then again, I am not the oldest one here. On this floor there are 5 over that. One is 99 and one up on the 3rd floor is 105. I hope I don’t live that long. It’s just too lonesome alone.

The weather has finally gotten to spring. It was quite cool till now and it gets over 80. I’m enjoying that. I will walk about 1 1/2 hours every day outside when the weather permits. I do need a walker for balance. I love the outside. I like to eat so have to keep my weight down some how.

You really made a splash with your writings. Keep up the good work.

I have a friend here in town that will take me almost any place. She took me to the cemetery on Memorial Day. Then we went to the Senior Center for lunch. It was the only place open to eat. It is usually full of people I know, but this year very few.

My niece is a cook there and she called a nephew close by and he and his family came in and we had a nice visit. It was a very nice trip.

We do get out of here some, but right now we are short of help so they are quite limited. I sign up for just about everything, even if it is just shopping at Walmart. It’s an outing when I don’t even need anything.

Another friend of mine here in town does embroidery work on denim jackets. Beautiful work. We get the jackets or vests at Good Will. She has a son-in-law who is quite an artist and he draws flowers, birds, and butterflies on them. They are really nice when she finishes them. She then gives them away. I told her to sell them, but she has too soft a heart.

It’s almost dinner time so had better close for today.

Take care.

Love,

Catherine.