Golden Milk.

Yeah. I know, at least my left side will never produce milk again (uh, not that I'm really looking to have another child OR become a Wet Nurse OR become an "actress" in some weird fetish crap).

I'm talking about turmeric. We've been taking it since my diagnosis. I've read over and over about making it into a paste and adding to milk with some spices. Blech. Right? WRONG!

So, there are a lot of recipes out there. Here's how I did mine:

1 part organic turmeric to 4 parts of super water (the stuff that comes out of my ridiculous new filter)

Cook on stovetop, get it to boil and cook about 8 minutes. STIR CONSTANTLY, or those yellow bubbles will stain every god damned thing in the room.

Put yellow goop in glass jars, and when cool, refrigerate. Covered. Yeah, I didn't think you were dumb, but still.

When you get a hankering for some pain relief etc., take maybe a tablespoon of said goop, put in saucepan with some unsweetened vanilla almond milk (or milk of your choice, but please use organic only!) Heat until it looks like some creepy yellow milky shit. Pour into your favorite mug and add a spoon of raw organic honey (we like the waxy kind), ginger, cinnamon, and black pepper. Even add some coconut oil if you'd like.

There are a lot of things that are reportedly results of ingesting turmeric. Here are mine:

Pain relief. It definitely cuts down swelling.
Happiness. I can't describe it, but it's like a glass of prozac (not that I know what that feels like, but am guessing!)
Appetite suppressant. Something about the tartness and sweetness I guess.

It is, of course supposed to do a lot more but these are the things that I could feel. I had a glass last night and one this morning and am planning on another tonight. My joints hurt just a little less, I got through my workout with minimal cursing.

Ooh - another fun thing happened today! I got my "period"! Yeah, it's in quotes because really, it's 1/20th of what I would normally experience. It sounds glam until you're living in this hellish nightmare called medically induced fake ass menopause. But, I'm glad for a trickle. And only 5 days late - last month was 2 weeks! Cramping a bit, but I'll bet that turmeric concoction will help - it is all about inflammation, no?

Hubby massaged half my jaw last night. It hurt like hell, but I didn't stop him. I've been having so much jaw pain that I'm worried it's going to just break off at the hinge. But he dug in, I was half asleep. I woke up and half of my jaw felt a little relief!!! It actually feels a little bruised, and I don't give a crap. It's still relief. He promised to massage the other half tonight when he gets home, late. I guess I'll lose out on more sleep for the good of jaw pain. Worth it.

Also, had a mammo and soon last Thursday - all good. At least there's only one side to torture! I joked with both technicians and they always seems surprised. After all, I'm a young(ish) woman with cancer. How can I laugh at a time like this? Are you fucking kidding me? You have my only breast squished up in a clear vice grip, asking me to relax, but not breathe, but breathe, compresscompresscompress until it seems that any tumor that may exist would pop and immediately render me full of cancer, from head to toe!  The sonogram? I just wanted to know if it was a boy or a girl.

My daughter asked me again about the tamoxifen. We discussed it, the drug companies, things that are illegal that could cure me and countless others. Fear. Money. Playing with peoples lives to keep an "industry" afloat. She suggested that in my travels for work, I could locate alternative cures and just do it that way. She said she doesn't like the tamoxifen. I agree. She certainly is my child.

At least I finally colored my hair tonight. The grey hairs are multiplying like mad on this stuff. I buy a "natural" hair color - it's ok. At least my hair doesn't feel like straw and it does cover the grey. It smells awful - not that the commercial stuff smelled good. But yuck... I need to spray my head with something tomorrow so it doesn't make me want to vomit. Ahhhh, good times.