Last night, I called my mother, so I could work on getting a copy of my birth certificate. Now, I did have one of my own but due to circumstances beyond my control, I lost it. Yes, it irritated the absolute hell out of me, but all things considered, it could have been worse. So, how did our talk go? Well…
Mom’s doing well enough. She was upset that I didn’t tell her about my own ongoing breast situation and I can’t blame her. But to be honest, I didn’t want her to worry about it. As insane as it sounds, this is my fight and I have zero desire to stress her out over it. She is a thousand miles away from me; it does her no good to hear about this. She can’t hop into her car and drop by for a visit. It sucks but that’s how it is now. However, things got interesting when she mentioned how she’s coping.
As you may or may not know, Mom’s been fighting breast cancer, too. It was caught early, which is good. As for the rest, read on.
Mom’s subscribed to a website called Life Extension. Apparently, this place will cost you $50 a year and they’ll try to sell you something. Usually, it’s a supplement or some vitamins. But those cost money as well. (You would think that they’d cut you a bit of a break but I guess not.) According to Mom, she feels better now than she did 20 years ago. That’s a good thing, I guess.
Later that night, I checked up on the site. Yep, nothing but snake oil woo woo. Mom’s been sucked in by a woo peddler, to the point of telling me to break up with my doctor.
No thanks. My doctors–both of them–are actually great. Yes, doctors do make mistakes and shit happens but I’m still going to trust Western medicine. It has a scientifically proven track record, for Primus’ sake. These supplements? Not so much.
Granted, my mother can choose to seek treatment or refuse it if she wants.She doesn’t have to go a doctor if she wants. That’s her decision. However, I can do the same. I can choose to seek treatment for my breast issues from a doctor of my own choosing. I can keep taking my tamoxifen, rather than letting it sit in the cabinet, untouched. I can do my own research. I can check and verify whether or not a supplement has any efficacy. As crazy as it sounds, I’d rather fight this battle with science. No, it’s not a cure-all, but at least it has facts behind it.
I’ll take facts any day of the week, thank you. But that’s just me.