Moisturizer and Other CBD Hemp Oil Products

This post is pretty much about CBD hemp oil experiences. I’ve branched out and am trying different kinds of CBD hemp oil products. I live in Charleston SC. With the heat and humidity we have here, I rarely wear moisturizers or body lotions, even in the winter. They make me feel like I’ve wrapped myself in saran wrap (and not in a fun way) and hopped into the microwave. It’s not pretty.

Now (in the spirit of full disclosure) I’m getting ready to go live with my CBD oil website, and so instead of sticking with one product – CBD extract Proprietary Gold – I want to try everything. Plus, I really need moisturizer: I’m getting old and wrinkly. The Abinoid Moisturizer is rich and thick. The first time I put it on, I really overdid it. A little goes a long way. And it sinks into the skin – even when I put too much on. It has a light fragrance that dissipates after an hour.

With the CBD hemp oil in it, the moisturizer makes my face even happier. Sigh. I think being in the throes of the dog days of summer makes everyone a little crispier, so finding a moisturizer helps. Like it or not, the peak of Hurricane Season is here as well. Even though it’s supposed to be quieter this year than the last two, we can’t always trust that. I keep water, wine, canned goods, and I make sure my laundry is current. If we lose power, it’s gonna be smelly.  I am getting all of the CBD oil into my system that I can.

CBD hemp oil makes me feel lighter, more relaxed, more focused. Well, okay, wine helps with the relaxed part. As a licensed realtor who lives in a state where marijuana is illegal, I have to stay inside the lines. I love working in real estate. Giving it up is not really an option for me, so they know the sound of my footsteps at my local wine store.

Tomorrow I’m going to tell you about my sister’s experience with it. Yes, I’m making everyone try it! Did you know that Henry Ford created the two day weekend? He wanted his employees to buy his cars, so he gave them time off to drive them. Think of me as Henrietta (Granted, I didn’t invent it, but I think you know what I’m saying.): I found this really great thing, and I want everyone to try it! I love to hear what happens when people use it.

Hugs, Y’all!

I’m Back!

I know it’s been a minute since I’ve blogged. Two reasons: 1. The alternative to chemotherapy to treat the cancer didn’t go as well as I expected. While I’m grateful to have been up, feeling good, and working (working is part of my benchmark: I had my first job at 6 years old), I expected to have made more ground on healing the cancer over the last 6 months. My last MRI showed that the cancer is the same. The good news is that the cancer didn’t get worse. Apparently, the bone marrow cancer I have is pretty aggressive. I did, however, follow the instructions I was given by the alternative practitioner. At least I should be back to a stage 1 instead of stage 2 because I was good and did what I was told. When life doesn’t work that way for me, it really frosts my cookies!

The treatment I’m working on now is simpler, a footbath I soak in for an hour a day. The challenge with it that it turns my feet purple. In the summer. In the South. We only wear closed shoes here for corporate meetings and cold weather, so I now sport purple toe nail polish. I feel so hip and young! This course of action lasts 6 months.

For this treatment, however, I’ve upped my dosage of CBD oil from hemp. I’ve read that it has cancer healing qualities. I don’t know if that’s true. What I do know is true is that using the CBD helps with the pain, mood, and energy that I need to feel I have a life worth living. As with so many other times in my life when I’ve had trouble, I have to do something.

What I’m finding out about the CBD oil for me is that it tastes like I’ve sucked on a rope, but the payoff is so great that I just deal with it. So far I’ve tried the paste, the oil, the extracts, chocolate (I did NOT have to ‘deal’ with the taste with the chocolate…hehehe!). I haven’t vaped, and I do have gummies and moisturizer to try next. Sigh. I want to try everything!

Oh, the second reason I’ve been away is that in addition to selling real estate, I’m putting together a CBD oil website. I really believe in CBD oil. Everyone I know who has used it has had a great experience. Since I love to see people happy and to feel empowered – CBD oil lets you have greater control over how you feel – it seemed like the next right thing for me to do to help others.

More soon. I won’t stay away as long next time. Thank you for your kind attention! Hugs!!

 

Feeling Great!

Sorry I haven’t written, but I’ve been feeling so great that I started catching up on my life. In addition, business has been increasing, and I’m starting a new venture. I can sit now, so I’m able to do things I couldn’t do. Tomorrow I will be able to go kayaking. Kayaking is what keeps me sane. That and my friends.

Right now I’m taking cbd oil daily. It continues to give me energy and focus. It keeps me focused and energtic, and when it’s run out of steam, I know that it’s time to take another dose. I’ve been using cbd oil that you put under your tongue (sublingual), a dose in the morning and one late afternoon. Now I’m trying different kinds: this morning I took a liquid gel capsule (like you get omega 3 from fish) that is supposed to last all day. I’ll let you know. I also have two other friends trying it, one with chronic pain and one with acute short term pain from an auto accident (she was the middle car in a three car pile up. Ouch!).

Yesterday I tried a paste in a tube that is supposed to click when the portion you need comes out. Three of us tried that (My friends are so wonderful! They are always will to be part of my science experiments. I always serve adult beverages to entice them.) None of us are impressed. It’s messy, dark, gets all over everything when you try to serve it, and the stuff comes out independent of any click. I’ll continue to try this one when the capsules are done.

That’s the report for the cbd oil. Today I’m heading to a bbq at a home that I have listed. I love the owners – I helped them buy the house, and they are the most incredible family! But they are headed back to Texas, and if you’ve ever been there, you’ll know why they want to go back. Their families are there, and people are so nice! Decades ago, I took a bus from San Antonio to Spring. I guess I had that out of state glow – I was visiting from Atlanta – because I never sat alone. When one of my seatmates got up, the next one sat down next to me. Besides learning about Texas, I was favored with tips on fishing, baking, gardening, you name it. All ages and kinds of people entertained me on the long bus ride.

The South is like that. It’s why I can never leave. It’s where I learned how to love.

Paint by Number

My parents had a paint by number picture for their kids, not necessarily individualized. Neither one of my parents was educated beyond the eighth grade. Their respective fathers died when my parents were young, and they were expected to quit school to help support their siblings. My mother had ten kids in her family; my father had eight.

All we kids were to do was make it out of high school without getting arrested, pregnant, and with a diploma. Boys could go to college; girls didn’t need to go to college to be wives and mothers. When we moved out of our parents home, the expectation was that we would either be married or entering the armed forces. My poor parents! My older brother and I were the real trouble makers in the family, but I don’t think we were an easy bunch overall. With limited education and resources, probably was the only way for my parents to keep their sanity was to have a blueprint for their offspring!

I left without going into the military, and I certainly wasn’t going to get married. My father ruled the roost, and I wasn’t going to have anyone telling me what to do. I knew early on in my life that the only way to be who I was inside was to get out as quickly as I could. Eighteen came and I went.

I don’t blame my parents. They did the best that they could. And they stayed. Some of my cousins were raised in foster homes because their parents couldn’t do it. For me, I’ve always done better when I was told I couldn’t do something. For instance, my dad said I wouldn’t ever complete college, that I didn’t need to go. I wore him down (hence my sales career) to pay for few classes so I could see, and I spent my time getting high. I got good grades, but I didn’t have the follow through to make it all the way. When I made it to twenty-four years of age, I was willing to do the work because I saw what my life would be like without it: I would have a life like our family’s, and that wasn’t acceptable to me. In the 1960s and 70s, there were far fewer options for women. And I could get a grant without using my parents’ income.

When I entered chemo, I did so with the belief that things had improved since my stint as a director of a hospital department. The doctor and his staff reassured me that that was the case. If it’s this horrific now, what was it like back in the 1980s?! It must have been like being dragged over hot coals with nails embedded in them!

Luckily, I had a history of not following the blueprint. That’s how I left chemo. When someone lies to me – even if they believe that they are telling me the truth – I can leave. And that’s what I did. The planets aligned, the stars shone, God sent a messenger, it all worked together to allow me the strength to do what I needed to do to live my own truth.

Day 5 of the cbd oil: I limp when I first walk, other than that I am writing this blog at 12:30AM after getting up at 7AM. I’m doing fine, thanks! Still taking the supplements for my lungs and heart, and yesterday and today I was able to be with a dog for two hours and feel fine. I guess I’m better than fine.

 

Suicide

When I read the news of Anthony Bourdain’s suicide, it made me gasp out loud! It’s heartbreaking and scary – how could anyone who seemed to have so much take his own life? Why?

I think that there are things that happen in our lives that make us feel less than. Maybe we had to do things to survive a situation that went against everything we were taught, everything we value, what we want to think of ourselves. Maybe we did something while under the influence of substances that you would take back if you could, but you cannot.  Or maybe things were done to us that we couldn’t control but felt we should have. When I was raped as a teenager, I wanted no one to know. It’s still hard to bring the words out. I don’t want anyone to know the details, I don’t want to answer questions, and I certainly don’t want the pitying looks. It wasn’t my fault – I went to a party with a friend – but when Chrissie Hynde of the Pretenders said that she felt responsible for being raped, I understood. I think most of us feel responsible when something bad happens to us whether that’s true or not.

Those are the things that we hide, those things that strip us of our humanity, because we are certain that if anyone finds those demons we’ve hidden down deep in our souls, they will certainly leave us. I cannot imagine telling anyone some of the things I’ve had to do just to save my own life, and I’ve spent thousands of dollars and hundreds of hours in therapy. I’ve attended just about every kind of Twelve Step group created. Some things it would seem are just better left unsaid, unknown, as if the denial makes them disappear.

Or we have been struggling with suicide – I know I have – and we think we have it contained until one day it just sneaks up on us. There are no defensive wounds when they find our bodies.

Choose your confidante carefully, but choose someone. Don’t ever give up. If it’s troubling you, try to survive until you can get help. Every day I am grateful to God that we have the president we do. He is making some harsh things acceptable, so they can be brought out into the Light and be cured. Please don’t think that you are alone. Everyone is struggling with something. My hope is that we can bring our demons into the room and banish them together.

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline

1-800-273-8255

I post this because anyone who would wait for your call understands. Please reach out to them. Also know that I used the Domestic Violence Hotline, and they saved my life. I don’t post anything lightly.

Day 4 – In the Middle

All of the news that is telling us that we are being chemoed to death is amazing! For me, there was a lot of social stigma around my diagnosis. I thought people would judge me because I had it. I had been socialized to believe that if I was cheerful, positive, and didn’t have and/or suppress anger, I would never get cancer. What a load of manure!

This is what I am learning: More people are getting cancer every day. More options for treatment that are just as effective, if not more, than chemo. Chemotherapy actually takes people to the edge of death and then drags them back to life – hopefully. Now we see on CNN that Canada’s cancer treatment is less expensive and has a better survival rate than ours.

Just this week it was announced that 70% – seventy percent!! – of women with breast cancer don’t need chemo. There is now a test that can determine the genetic marker to know what kind of breast cancer it is. (Please don’t hold me to the scientific terms. You can get that from the actual article https://www.cnn.com/2018/06/03/health/breast-cancer-recurrence-chemo-study/index.html. I am merely a survivor).

I’ve spent my life being afraid of cancer. When people see my bald head, many of them give me the head tilt and sympathy look. But I don’t think cancer is as scary as it once was. And from my experience, medical science doesn’t have all the answers – or even the right ones!

Still feeling energetic and focused. I only took one Tylenol today. The supplements I’m taking to support my body to bring it back from chemo and allow it to heal the cancer are working: All of my blood tests came back perfectly normal – right smack dab in the middle of the range of normal. I’m so happy some part of me is!