Saturday, 19 November 2016

Better than the scalpel

Years ago my mum had what she thought was probably a skin cancer. The details are blurry for me now but I think it was behind her ear. At the same time there was an herbalist who attended our church and Mum must have mentioned this skin lesion to him because next thing (or as the kids would say nek minnit) she was off to his clinic to get the thing treated.
The herbalist applied a magical ointment, slapped a band aid on and told mum to wait. It stung a bit and came up red and inflamed, a scab formed and later dropped off and the lesion was gone.
This was my introduction to what I now know as black salve, also known as bloodroot salve, after the herbal ingredient.

At the time I wondered why mum had to go to the clinic to get an ointment put on and I still don't know for sure what the answer to that question is but it is illegal to sell black salve in Australia so I have to assume that our friend was taking steps to stay within the law.

At some stage we got hold of a teeny tiny vial of black salve and I have used it to remove a number of very small skin cancers myself. After a few uses the teeny tiny vial was empty and, no longer in contact with the herbalist, I went on a search for another source. One supplier has found a clever way around the legal situation, supplying an instructional dvd and kit for making your own. Another supplier I have heard of will sell ready made salve for use on pets. I find it all rather ingenious.

I once removed a small cancer from my nose and from the reaction of my skin, I knew that there was a lot of pre-cancerous sun damage there so I recently decided to treat the other side of my nose, just in case. Again, there was quite a reaction. The salve doesn't do anything at all to healthy skin, just sits there looking black. Where there is something abnormal, the salve initiates an increased immune response so the body cleans up the weird cells it previously missed.

My kids think the photos are "gross" so those with a weak tummy can look away now but it's really pretty tame and for anyone who is interested, I thought the photos are worth sharing.

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Friday, 11 November 2016

Tell us about Yourself.....

I have come across this question a few times lately and it's not a question I like, so open ended you can answer with anything or nothing and who knows which bits to talk about?
Savvy job hunters probably have a prepared answer for it but if I was a recruiter I wouldn't put much value on a prepared answer, designed to look good. I think I would find out more if I asked a person what they like to read or what their favourite TV show is. I would certainly make some snap judgements (rightly or not) based on food choices.

Of course, job interviews are not the only place where a catchy profile or condensed biography are used, loads of bloggers have an identity statement: some witty, some factual.
I never wrote one because I thought that anyone reading here often enough would know what they needed to and nobody else mattered much but I have, over the years, wondered how to describe myself.

Today I read a profile saying "Home schooling, Jesus loving mama" and didn't care to look much further. Even though I was once attracted to the idea of home schooling and identify as Christian, "home schooling, Jesus loving" is just too....too... Christian right? Bible belt? wholesome?
Then there is Ursula, defining herself right up front in her blog's title "Bitch on the Blog" and immediately attractive for taking the piss out of herself.
There are a lot of bloggers who describe themselves by their relationships and while I love relationships, (some of them) I always think it's good to define a person by their self: what do you like to do? how do you relate to the world? what would define you if you were alone in the world?

Next time I face the "tell us about yourself" question I probably still won't have an answer but I will know what I don't want to say.

Sunday, 6 November 2016

Sunday Night

This weekend my cousin has been visiting from New Zealand so things have been a little busier for me than they usually would be. IKEA is not in business in New Zealand so a visit there was a priority for cousin S. My sister and I helped, of course. We had lunch and made helpful suggestions about interior decor, we told silly stories and remarked on kitchen design. We laughed pretty much the whole way through the store, all three hours (or was it four?)
Then there was a gathering of the clan for dinner where more silly stories were told and backyard soccer was played until the ball was kicked into a neighbouring yard and great rolling tears were shed by the young players.

Today I had arranged to drive cousin S and her men to the touristy part of town. On the way, there was a cat on the road and fearing for his owners, I moved the poor deceased moggie to the footpath. I have never done that before and hesitated a little but managed without any real distress.
Lunch with a couple of friends stretched long into the afternoon and I came home just as my young ones headed out. University is almost finished for the year and their collective sigh of relief is almost palpable.
I spent the evening browsing youtube, mostly listening to old hymns, where I came across one I remember singing as a child. The familiar song and congregational singing were comforting after a busy weekend and the final verse was fitting for this coming election week:

  1. So be it, Lord; Thy throne shall never,
    Like earth’s proud empires, pass away:
    Thy kingdom stands, and grows forever,
    Till all Thy creatures own Thy sway.