غذاؤك علاجك – Your Food Is Your Remedy باقة من المعلومات الصحية الطريفة… ج. 2 — حيل #صحية مجنونة

باقة من المعلومات الصحية الطريفة. نصائح وحيل صحية مجنونة
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فوائد #الشاي ج. 1 – ستدهشك فوائد شاي أوراق الجوافة – The Health Benefits of #Guava Leaves Tea شجرة الجوافة تنمو في المناطق الاستوائية والشبه استوائية. وهي تكثر في أمريكا الجنوبية وشمال أفريقيا. ثمرة وأوراق الجوافة لها فوائد كثيرة لصحة الانسان.

غذاؤك #علاجك# – Your #Food Is Your #Remedy فوائد #صحية مذهلة لزيت #الزيتون – Amazing #Health Benefits of Olive Oil

زيت الزيتون، زيت الشجرة المباركة ، هبة وهبنا الله بها لكي نقي بها أجسامنا ونحفظها من الأمراض. لقد استخدم زيت الزيتون منذ القدم لاحتوائه على الكثير من الفوائد، وما زال جزءاً لا يتجزأ من تراثنا الشرقي العريق، فنحن لا نستغني عنه في المطبخ وفي استخدامه للتداوي والعلاج. لعلّ هذا الفيديو يفيدك بالمعلومات لكي تبقي زيت الزيتون عادة في حياتك، لحياة افضل!

فوائد مثبتة للحبة السوداء – حبة البركة

غذاؤك علاجك – Your Food Is Your Remedy


فوائد العسل المذهلة — لا تحصى ولا تعد

غذاؤك علاجك – Your Food Is Your Remedy

Year of Firsts: Table Cough

Thursday’s First was hyped up in my mind. I wanted it to be elaborate. I wanted to leave with a finished product. I wanted to leave accomplished.

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Thursday’s First was my first time at How To Clinic at the Home Depot. It was supposed to be part of the Do-It-Herself series in which women teach other women to build things. This months clinic was Hot to build a Stacked Tote Tower.

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I had seen pictures online of these workshops being well attended and kind of a big deal, but as I stepped inside the Home Depot to ask a couple of workers where the clinic was, they just threw up their hands and said, “It’s here.” img_2419.jpg

I WAS THE ONLY ONE THAT SHOWED UP! The only one! And the two guys teaching me how to build this table had only found out about their having to teach the workshop moments before I arrived.

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The event was marketed differently than it turned out. There was supposed to be hands-on experience and such, but what I really got were these two sweet older men, possibly grandpas, trying to talk me through the directions on the handouts.

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As I started asking them questions, they then realized that some of the blueprints were off and that the guys who built it in the lumber department had taken a few shortcuts. The table really was pretty and I could kick myself for not taking a pic of it. I definitely want to make one now.

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It wasn’t that big of a deal. I tried. It was nice. I left motivated and the people were cool. If only I had space, I’d start buying up power tools and building all sorts of tables.

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Next month’s clinic is about how to build a spice rack, I’m not sure that’s my deal, but who knows how I’ll feel in a month.

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Friday’s First was so simple and so satisfying.

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I’ve had this cough. This stubborn, persistent cough that makes me want to stick my hand down my throat to personally remove this little bugger from my life.

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Now, I’m not doctor or nutritionist, but I do read lots of health-related sites, pins, books etc. I decided to come up with my own cough remedy concoction. And I think I may be onto something because my cough cleared up almost immediately. It did come back later on in the day when I made the drink again and bam- Miracle! Cough Gone. I don’t want to jinx it, but sharing is caring. Here’s my little experiment:

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Ingredients-

1/2 glass water

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!/2 glass organic no sugar added pure pineapple juice

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1 tablespoon lemon juice

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1 tablespoon honey

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1 tablespoon black seed oil

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1 tablespoon raw unfiltered apple cider vinegar with the mother

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Mix it up real good and down that baby. I like the way it tastes, but admit it is an acquired taste and maybe not for everyone.

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This drink may not be for everybody and you should definitely check in with your doctor if you have a persistent cough.

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I wish you all well.

Until Tomorrow…

Peace and Pistachios,

Heba

xoxo

Year of Firsts: Waiting Room

As I’ve mentioned before on this site, I, unfortunately, have been diagnosed with a tumour. I am thankful and lucky that my tumour is benign, however, it is aggressive.

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This tiny bump showed up one day on the roof of my mouth. I thought maybe it was a cyst or something, ya know like when you bite your tongue and sometimes get a little blister on the end of your tongue. I didn’t think much of it until a couple of weeks later when this tiny bump was no longer tiny.

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It had turned into this volcanic shamed mass that took up the entire hard palate. I went to the dentist and she literally tried to convince me that it was caused by a “hot cheese on pizza burn.” Uhhh, no. I’m pretty sure I know what I’m talking about and can confirm that I did not burn the roof of my mouth on hot pizza.

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I finally convinced her to give me a referral and was sent to an endodontist. The endodontist didn’t know what it was. He then referred me to an oral surgeon.

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I went to the oral surgeon back in September and October. He did two biopsies and said that the biopsy reports came back with “nothing” and that he sent my biopsy to the “best lab.” His assistant followed all that up with, “everything looks A-OK. You don’t have to come back.”

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The wording of it all is suspect, but I trusted him. I wasn’t sure what else I was supposed to do.

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Anyways, the lump that I was feeling in my mouth didn’t go away. So I went to my primary care physician. He took a look at it and thought it looks like a torus, but he referred me to another oral surgeon for good measure.

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This second oral surgeon took a look at it. He told me to get a copy of my pathology reports from the first oral surgeon and gave me a referral for a CT scan.

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I went to the first oral surgeon and asked for my pathology reports and was shocked. My pathology reports clearly state that my diagnosis is a Myofibroma– a tumour. This guy was looking at the pathology reports in front of me and telling me there was nothing when there was very clearly something. I’m furious.

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Long part of this story short, the second oral surgeon freaked me out by telling me the size of my tumour and the procedure needed to take it out. I went into panic mode. I got dizzy. I cried. I was a mess.

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After the initial shock of it all, I decided I need a second opinion. I spent days sending out emails and calling doctors all over the country trying to figure out what I needed to do.

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I took a stab in the dark and called the local cancer treatment centre in my state. The office staff had doctors look at my pathology reports and other paperwork to see if there was even someone who could take my case on.

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Yesterday was my appointment. Yesterday’s First was my first time in a cancer centre as a patient and it was overwhelming.

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The initial reaction was that the waiting room was so tiny and it was packed with patients and their loved ones there in support. I had never been in a waiting room in which a sense of camaraderie was felt amongst the patients.  I mean, no one was going to break out in song and dance High School Musical Style, but there was a shared understanding that no one was here because they’re having a particularly good time. Since we’re all here, let’s at least respect each other and exchange smiles, magazines, pens etc.

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It was a very long waiting time. I waited 2.5 hours to see my doctor, and it was getting intense watching patients go in and out while I waited and waited. I knew they hadn’t forgotten about me because they took me in to get my vitals and look over my paperwork. I assumed that the doctor has a lot of patients. Unfortunately, cancer and tumours are a sadly popular occurrence.

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That being said, the waiting room was getting loud and it was making my head hurt big time. There was a man who came in well after me. At this point, I had been waiting two hours. This dude walks up the receptionist angry and annoyed and asks why he hasn’t been in to see the doctor yet and that he should have been taken in a half hour ago.

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I’m sitting there thinking, “Dude I’ve been waiting longer, chill your bones.” But of course, I never said anything. The receptionist said that the doctor had to perform an emergency surgery and there was nothing any of us could do except wait. The guy mumbled something in an angry voice to which she responded, “If it were you, you’d want the doctor to rearrange his schedule to operate on you.”

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#Burn

This got the guy to quiet down. He sat in the corner and sulked. I don’t want to judge him though. Like I said, no one was in the office that didn’t absolutely need to be. He could have been in serious pain or could have a tumour in his brain that’s influencing his behaviour. He could have been having a really bad day or week. Who knows?

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Despite the camaraderie, I did get this feeling that we were all walking on eggshells in a way. Maybe we all knew that we have health problems going on and we just weren’t trying to bring any more trouble into our own or anyone else’s life.

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Yesterday may have been my first time in a cancer treatment centre, but I certainly do hope it’s my last.

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Until tomorrow…

Peace and Pistachios,

Heba

xoxo

Year of Firsts: Plastics

Yesterday’s First was kind of awkward. It was my first time seeing a plastic surgeon. I mean, I’ve seen tons of plastic surgeons on TV, but never in person and for me.

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I didn’t really know what to expect, but the office was just like any other office. The only thing that was really different was that the waiting room had these huge posters advertising for facelifts and such.

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This plastic surgeon is also an ENT, but because he focuses in plastics, my insurance, of course, did not cover the appointment. I don’t know if it was because he knew I had to pay out of pocket for the appointment, or maybe this doctor likes to take his time, but he sat with me and my mom for almost a half an hour to talk about my tumour.

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Ultimately he said he couldn’t help me, which I appreciate the honesty. I’d rather him say he can’t do it than take me into surgery and make a mess of an already messy situation. Even though he couldn’t help me with the removal of my tumour, he did teach me quite a bit about it.

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I have to say that I was bummed that he said he couldn’t help. So far I’ve seen two doctors that had no idea what a myofibroma is, this plastic surgeon that knew about myofibromas, but didn’t feel comfortable removing it and one oral surgeon that wants to remove it. But removing it via the oral surgery route is going to require taking apart half my mouth and if my tumour was a millimetre in any other direction it would be much easier to remove. But it’s not and that’s my life.

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Still praying for a miracle. Pray with me? For me? Send your positive vibes in my direction? I’ll accept it all.

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Peace and Pistachios,

Heba

xoxo

 

Year of Firsts: Nutrition

Yesterday’s Year of Firsts wasn’t the most exciting. As I’ve mentioned in a couple other posts, I was recently diagnosed with a rare and aggressive Myofibroma tumour. I’ve been told by a couple of doctor’s that it needs to come out ASAP because of the rate that it’s growing and it’s current size.

However, the current treatment plan consists of extensive surgery that would leave permanent and irreversible consequences for some of my other organs.

We have a family friend who is a doctor and she took a look at my pathology reports, as well as my CT scan. She suggested I look into some natural supplements to help shrink my tumour while I wait for my surgery date. Hopefully, I can reduce the size of this thing growing in my body, even if it’s just a speck.

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So I got researching and I should probably add a disclaimer that I’m not typically a person that thinks you can… I don’t know cure cancer with some organic carrot juice. But as the saying goes, There are no atheists in the trenches.  And right now I’m willing to try anything– within reason.

This was just the beginning of my long research process. I spent hours upon hours looking into this stuff and narrowed down the list to a handful of supplements that I’m not entirely excited to be taking, but feel like I at least need to try.

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I added this on top of all the other meds I’m taking and I feel like there isn’t enough time in the day to be taking them all. But I’m taking them as directed and have consulted with my doctors to make sure there are no interactions.

Will it work? Who knows? I’m praying for a miracle.

Until tomorrow…

Peace and Pistachios,

Heba

xoxo

A Year of Firsts: 2018

And so begins my years of firsts. As previously stated, my New Year’s Resolution is to have one new experience a day- no matter how large or small.

I decided that my first day of 2018 firsts was to be tasked with drinking 12 glasses of water. It seemed like a good way to start the year and it wasn’t anything too dramatic…

But DAMN! Drinking 12 glasses of water is tough. I feel like a balloon. I did it, which feels good to keep a promise to myself, but I don’t think I could keep this 12 glass thing up every day.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m still a massive fan of water and plan to drink a bunch more on the regular. But I might drink a couple of glasses less. *bloated shrugs*IMG_2865

Stay tuned to find out what my year of firsts brings tomorrow.

Peace and Pistachios,

Heba

xoxo