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6 Mayıs 2017 Cumartesi

‘She was radiant, way out of my league’: a story of love and mental illness

In 2009, Mark Lukach came home from his teaching job in San Francisco to find his wife, Giulia, sitting on the carpet, their dog sprawled next to her. He could instantly sense that something was wrong. Then Giulia looked up at him and said: “I can’t figure out what I’m going to do with the Vespa key.”


The couple had a Vespa scooter but Mark didn’t understand. “What do you mean? What would you have to do with the Vespa key?”


“I mean, when I drive to the Golden Gate Bridge,” Giulia replied, “I’ll probably take the Vespa. When I park it, what should I do with the key? If I leave it in the scooter for you, someone will probably steal the scooter. But if I bring it with me, and they don’t find my body after I jump, you’ll lose the only key we have to the scooter.” She looked at Mark pleadingly. “What am I supposed to do with the Vespa key?”


Mark and Giulia met at Georgetown University, Washington DC, in August 2000 when they were just 18. In his book, My Lovely Wife: A Memoir of Madness and Hope, Mark describes the first moment he saw Giulia. It was a coup de foudre: “She was radiant, way out of my league, but I was fearless and almost immediately in love.”



Mark and his wife, Giulia.


Mark and his wife, Giulia.

Giulia was highly ambitious and knew exactly how her life was going to pan out: she was going to be a marketing director with three children by the time she was 35. Mark was more laid-back but also knew what he wanted to be: a husband, a surfer and the father of lots of children with Giulia.


Those plans seem a long way away now. Giulia turned 35 earlier this year but her life is nothing like she had anticipated. Her ambitions have shrunk to accommodate her new identity: that of, in her own words, an “ongoing psychotic”.


In 2009, at 27, Giulia had a terrifying and unexpected psychotic break. Hospitalised in a psychiatric ward, she was tormented by delusions and paranoia. When she was released almost a month later, she was diagnosed with schizophrenia and had sunk into an extended suicidal depression during which Mark, struggling to support Giulia, exhausted himself trying to keep his wife safe, follow doctor’s orders, while keeping the job on which the family’s health insurance now relied.


Eventually, Giulia fully recovered and the couple had a son. But soon after he was born, Giulia had another breakdown and was diagnosed as bipolar. She had her third episode a few years later: in 2014. Pushed to the edge of the abyss, the couple’s golden present and glittering future, which they had taken for granted, was transforming into a harrowing reality.


It has been two and a half years since Giulia’s last episode but although she is on daily medication and has a team of psychiatrists and therapists fighting to preserve her delicate mental health, she and Mark know that it is improbable that she will fully recover. The family have to be on permanent alert in case she sinks into psychosis again.


“It’s just so crazy what happens to you in the psych ward that you just don’t want to live afterwards,” says Giulia. “Each time, I have had to start over with my job, and put on hold plans to get pregnant again. Hospitalisation disrupts everything and you have to start from scratch. If I’m being honest, I don’t know if I have the strength to do that one more time.”


Mark is silent. I ask how hearing that makes him feel. “It’s terrifying to hear but I’m not surprised,” he eventually says quietly. “I have seen three times how hard it is for Giulia to process these breaks. I do worry that she’s been able to process three but how about the fourth, fifth, sixth and so on? If you keep breaking your arm in the same place, your arm gets weaker and weaker. The same applies to your mind. I have a lot of admiration for her strength but can’t help having that nagging worry that she will not be able to keep recovering.”


My Lovely Wife is not Giulia’s story but Mark’s. It is the compassionate and deeply honest account of how a husband copes when he is forced to become the carer for an ongoing psychotic wife, a young son (he will be five next week), while being his family’s main breadwinner.


“My greatest sadness is that at times, I wasn’t strong enough to be a father to my son and I had to let him down, or take him to stay with his grandparents,” Mark says. “I never thought that would be a consequence of being a carer. It still brings me to tears when I talk about it.”


Mark wrote the book to fill the void he discovered when, battling to get through his trauma, isolation and despair, he searched for support. “I couldn’t find any voices out there speaking to my experience,” he says. “I learned a lot about her and her symptoms and diagnoses, but there was nothing for me. No resources at all.


“An example of the lack of support is that the maximum my health insurance would offer me was one 30-minute session once a month. I was appalled. What was I supposed to do? Who was listening to me? It felt like I was the first one going through this, which is obviously not the case. The message was that the healthy one is not supposed to need help. I was supposed to be fine. I was on my own.”


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Mark’s Ted talk about Giulia.

Mark also had to readjust his idea of what a relationship was. “I have a really strong belief that relationships should be equal: that the effort one person puts in, needs to be balanced by an equal amount of effort being put in by the other partner. But I do so much caring for Giulia when she’s sick that that reciprocity becomes imbalanced.”


Mark admits his expectations led to a lot of tension after Giulia’s first episode. “It was like he was seeking retribution from me for my having got sick,” she says.


Mark admits this is true: “My expectations after the first episode were that she should ‘pay me back’ for the extra caring I put in when she was ill,” he says. “It created a lot of tension. Our marriage hit a very rocky patch partly because of that.”


It’s different now, Mark says. “It’s not that I do X for her, so she has to do X for me. Now it’s that we have to care for each other as much as we can at any given moment, and I’ve accepted that for periods of time, Giulia isn’t able to care for me or our son. That doesn’t put her in deficit.”


Nevertheless, Giulia admits she has learned a lot from reading Mark’s book. “For the first time, I was able to get into his shoes and see how awful it was: how scary it was for him, being a dad and being the best dad when his wife was in the psych ward. We’d talked about it already but reading it made me experience my illness from his perspective. The loneliness really came through,” she says.


But, ultimately, Giulia says, this book is about love. “This book is pretty much a love letter Mark has written to me,” she said, struggling to hold back the tears. “And it’s the gift that we can give to the world.”


Mark’s ultimate message to anyone who finds themselves in a situation that resembles his own is clear. “Without a doubt, you have to take care of yourself as a carer,” he says. “My first impulse was to put absolutely everything into trying to help Giulia and not pay attention to my needs at all.


“I felt that doing anything for myself was selfish and not good for Giulia. But I’ve learned that that’s how carers burn out, and then they’re no good to anyone,” he says. “So now, I continue to prioritise being active and being the best teacher and writer I can be, despite Giulia’s mental health.


“We’ve said we don’t want her to have another episode but have had to prepare ourselves for one, and this is part of that process,” he adds. “Keeping myself at the top of my game means that if – or, rather, when – Giulia has another episode, I will be able to be the best husband and best father I’m able to be for us all.”


My Lovely Wife: A Memoir of Madness and Hope is published by Macmillan, £16.99. To order a copy for £14.44, go to bookshop.theguardian.com or call the Guardian Bookshop on 0330 333 6846. Free UK p&p over £10, online orders only. Phone orders min. p&p of £1.99.


In the UK, the Samaritans can be contacted on 116 123. In the US, the National Suicide Prevention Hotline is 1-800-273-8255. In Australia, the crisis support service Lifeline is on 13 11 14. Hotlines in other countries can be found here



‘She was radiant, way out of my league’: a story of love and mental illness

21 Mart 2017 Salı

Look on the sweet side of Love Actually | Brief letters

The Vogue photographs of Theresa May show her in clothes and surroundings of smug luxury (‘Trump was actually being a gentleman’, 21 March). They should have been juxtaposed with photos of the homeless, the bedridden elderly receiving negligible care or workers suffering squalid conditions – with Mrs May’s ambiguous claim as the heading, “The Tories help people to rise up”. Surely, time for the people to “rise up”.
Peter Cave
London


Sadiq Khan’s summary of the Battle of Cable Street (G2, 16 March) makes two omissions. In listing the coalition that defeated the fascist march he fails to mention the leading roles played by the Independent Labour party (ILP) and the Communist party. Did he forget or didn’t he know?
Barry Winter
Leeds


Hadley Freeman (whom I like a lot) goes over the top with her hatred of Love Actually (Opinion, 21 March). The characters played by Hugh Grant, Colin Firth and Alan Rickman did not sexually harass their female subordinates in the workplace: Alan’s secretary threw herself at him, and the other two relationships are rather sweet. I agree the film is cloying mostly, but Bill Nighy rescues it.
John Richards
Oxford


I overheard my seven-year-old grandson telling his four-year-old sister to clean her teeth, “or you will end up looking like grandma” (Tooth extractions on children under four rise by quarter, 21 March).
Barbara Symonds
Birmingham


My mother would make bread pudding for my dad to carry with him when he competed 12-hour cycle races in the 1950s (Letters, passim). It was much missed by me when he stopped racing.
Jenny Haynes
Horkstow, North Lincolnshire


Ta-ra, Chuck (Obituary, 20 March).
David Hinton
Bournemouth, Dorset


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Look on the sweet side of Love Actually | Brief letters

16 Mart 2017 Perşembe

How To Love Your Winter Skin

Winter skin can be stressed skin. We’re colder…so we take hotter showers, we turn up the indoor heat, we stress drive our vehicle through the snow, eat more, lose our motivation for exercise, drink less water and increase alcohol intake. Moods change and according to the Department of Clinical Neurosciences, winter months can increase depression, with the highest proportion of episodes occurred in December, to March. (1) To make matters worse, when exposed to whipping Colorado winds the trend is to lather our skin with petroleum derivative products, such as mineral oil, in order to avoid winter cracks and bleeds. All of the above can leave our skin screaming for better days. Loving your winter skin is easy when you know how.


Begin with awareness.


Our skin is a reflection of how well our body is eliminating the toxins that build up on a daily basis, especially in winter months. Stressed skin holds onto toxins and toxins accelerates the rate of aging. Certain skin disorders have now been demonstrated to be affected by alcohol misuse, in particular psoriasis, vitiligo, and eczema. These skin conditions stem from immune stress, poor gut bacteria, dietary deficiencies and the accumulation of toxins in the liver.


Dry and stressed skin are the outward signs of a stressed digestive system, endocrine system, and immune system. For our skin to be radiant and clear, it is very important organs of elimination are cleansing the body effectively.  If not, the skin will be overtaxed, pores will become clogged, and eruptions of one form or another will result.


Dry damaged winter skin, can increase telomere shortening leading to premature aging.(2)


Skin rashes can get worse in winter months. The prevalence for obesity rises when eating patterns in the winter change for the worse. According to the World Journal of Hepatology, psoriasis is related to obesity and metabolic syndrome. Studies suggest psoriasis and obesity are strictly associated, meaning obesity seems to predispose to psoriasis and psoriasis seems to increase the risk of obesity.(3) This is because obesity impairs dermal function to produce changes in skin barrier function, collagen structure, and wound healing ability.


There is also an association with psoriasis and depression. “Because of this, chronic psychological stress prolongs epidermal permeability barrier recovery following disruption.”(4) Mood disorders can be created from poor quality food choices that can cause disruption in our microbiome, leading toxins to exit through the skin. In the interim, teens and young adults are choosing tanning beds as a quick solution to their skins breakdown. To add insult to injury, women in their 20’s are experiencing more skin cancers.(5)


Finding Relief.


We reach for skin care products in hopes of finding relief from dry irritated skin conditions. But choosing the wrong ones are a waste of money and not beneficial. Skin care products containing  mineral oil, for example, subject our skin to clog pores. Interestingly enough, there’s strong evidence that mineral oil hydrocarbons (6) are the greatest contaminates to the human body.


Create Healthy Habits for Beauty.


Understanding what our skin requires is understanding of how our 10 systems work together. Band-aid approaches that includes topical corticosteroids, methotrexate, or cyclosporine don’t work well when it comes to clearing out dry irritated skin, psoriasis, or eczema. Why? Because these medications have well known side-effects of suppressing the immune system even further.


Reversing psoriasis and eczema, and increasing our chances for healthy winter skin, begins when we take that first step toward implementing healthy habits.


These include:


1- Eating foods high in fiber, antioxidants and Sulfur. High-fiber foods include, dark leafy greens, sweet potatoes, and apples. High fiber foods don’t include wheat, gluten or corn related products. Antioxidant rich foods include, garlic, ginger, raspberries, and blueberries. Increase Sulfur rich foods. Half of Sulfur in the body is found in the skin, nails, muscles and bones. Foods rich in sulfur include, pineapple, kale, Brussel sprouts, asparagus and parsley.


2- For healthy skin, exercise is important all year long. Exercise decreases stress, increases oxygen levels, and is a natural remedy for sleepless nights.


3- Water is essential for beautiful skin. Drink Hydrogen Water.  Water delivers energy and moisture from the inside out. Coffee, alcohol, and caffeine dehydrates skin.


4- Choose nourishing skin oils in the winter months. Topically, I use organic rose essential oil and organic carrot seed essential oil, and organic Moroccan argan oil. Internally, I use organic, unrefined, cold pressed, coconut oil with turmeric root in green smoothies.


5- Take a moment to breathe and meditate. Meditation is helpful in retaining beautiful skin.(7)


footnotes:


1- https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/26751782


2- https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC3690281/


3- http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC4381160/


4- http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC4624926/


5- http://www.skincancer.org/true-stories/teen-tanners


6- https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/21970597


7- https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/15865493



How To Love Your Winter Skin

8 Mart 2017 Çarşamba

How To Love Your Winter Skin

Winter skin can be stressed skin. We’re colder…so we take hotter showers, we turn up the indoor heat, we stress drive our vehicle through the snow, eat more, lose our motivation for exercise, drink less water and increase alcohol intake. Moods change and according to the Department of Clinical Neurosciences, winter months can increase depression, with the highest proportion of episodes occurred in December, to March. (1) To make matters worse, when exposed to whipping Colorado winds the trend is to lather our skin with petroleum derivative products, such as mineral oil, in order to avoid winter cracks and bleeds. All of the above can leave our skin screaming for better days. Loving your winter skin is easy when you know how.


Begin with awareness.


Our skin is a reflection of how well our body is eliminating the toxins that build up on a daily basis, especially in winter months. Stressed skin holds onto toxins and toxins accelerates the rate of aging. Certain skin disorders have now been demonstrated to be affected by alcohol misuse, in particular psoriasis, vitiligo, and eczema. These skin conditions stem from immune stress, poor gut bacteria, dietary deficiencies and the accumulation of toxins in the liver.


Dry and stressed skin are the outward signs of a stressed digestive system, endocrine system, and immune system. For our skin to be radiant and clear, it is very important organs of elimination are cleansing the body effectively.  If not, the skin will be overtaxed, pores will become clogged, and eruptions of one form or another will result.


Dry damaged winter skin, can increase telomere shortening leading to premature aging.(2)


Skin rashes can get worse in winter months. The prevalence for obesity rises when eating patterns in the winter change for the worse. According to the World Journal of Hepatology, psoriasis is related to obesity and metabolic syndrome. Studies suggest psoriasis and obesity are strictly associated, meaning obesity seems to predispose to psoriasis and psoriasis seems to increase the risk of obesity.(3) This is because obesity impairs dermal function to produce changes in skin barrier function, collagen structure, and wound healing ability.


There is also an association with psoriasis and depression. “Because of this, chronic psychological stress prolongs epidermal permeability barrier recovery following disruption.”(4) Mood disorders can be created from poor quality food choices that can cause disruption in our microbiome, leading toxins to exit through the skin. In the interim, teens and young adults are choosing tanning beds as a quick solution to their skins breakdown. To add insult to injury, women in their 20’s are experiencing more skin cancers.(5)


Finding Relief.


We reach for skin care products in hopes of finding relief from dry irritated skin conditions. But choosing the wrong ones are a waste of money and not beneficial. Skin care products containing  mineral oil, for example, subject our skin to clog pores. Interestingly enough, there’s strong evidence that mineral oil hydrocarbons (6) are the greatest contaminates to the human body.


Create Healthy Habits for Beauty.


Understanding what our skin requires is understanding of how our 10 systems work together. Band-aid approaches that includes topical corticosteroids, methotrexate, or cyclosporine don’t work well when it comes to clearing out dry irritated skin, psoriasis, or eczema. Why? Because these medications have well known side-effects of suppressing the immune system even further.


Reversing psoriasis and eczema, and increasing our chances for healthy winter skin, begins when we take that first step toward implementing healthy habits.


These include:


1- Eating foods high in fiber, antioxidants and Sulfur. High-fiber foods include, dark leafy greens, sweet potatoes, and apples. High fiber foods don’t include wheat, gluten or corn related products. Antioxidant rich foods include, garlic, ginger, raspberries, and blueberries. Increase Sulfur rich foods. Half of Sulfur in the body is found in the skin, nails, muscles and bones. Foods rich in sulfur include, pineapple, kale, Brussel sprouts, asparagus and parsley.


2- For healthy skin, exercise is important all year long. Exercise decreases stress, increases oxygen levels, and is a natural remedy for sleepless nights.


3- Water is essential for beautiful skin. Drink Hydrogen Water.  Water delivers energy and moisture from the inside out. Coffee, alcohol, and caffeine dehydrates skin.


4- Choose nourishing skin oils in the winter months. Topically, I use organic rose essential oil and organic carrot seed essential oil, and organic Moroccan argan oil. Internally, I use organic, unrefined, cold pressed, coconut oil with turmeric root in green smoothies.


5- Take a moment to breathe and meditate. Meditation is helpful in retaining beautiful skin.(7)


footnotes:


1- https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/26751782


2- https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC3690281/


3- http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC4381160/


4- http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC4624926/


5- http://www.skincancer.org/true-stories/teen-tanners


6- https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/21970597


7- https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/15865493



How To Love Your Winter Skin

5 Mart 2017 Pazar

Why we have a quirky love of the qwerty keyboard | Daniel Glaser

The news that Tom Hanks is writing a book of short stories, inspired by his love of typewriters – he owns over a hundred – is a timely reminder of what a strange device it is.


The original Qwerty keyboard, sold to Remington back in 1873, was designed to slow you down because mechanical typewriters with keys that followed each other too quickly led to jamming. But how can it be that in the digital age, a product designed to be inefficient has lasted?


Neuroscientists would say it’s down to how good we are at generating – and remembering – precise and arbitrary movement sequences with our fingers. These patterns can take the motor cortex – the brain’s movement control centre – days or weeks to consolidate but once fixed, are extremely difficult to ‘unlearn’.


Even the sight of a different layout (try searching for French Azerty) can, anecdotally, produce weird feelings in your fingertips, thanks to the deep association between the visual and the mechanical. Another reason this fossilised relic from the mechanical age is likely to be around for years to come.


Listen to this week’s podcast at theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/series/neuroscientist-explains



Why we have a quirky love of the qwerty keyboard | Daniel Glaser

14 Şubat 2017 Salı

‘I love the NHS. Without it, I wouldn’t be here’

I attempted suicide. Without the NHS, I wouldn’t be here


When I was 20 I attempted suicide. I ended up in A&E where every staff member I came into contact with was patient, kind, and calm, even though the department seemed busier than usual. I was treated with compassion and respect, and one nurse even succeeded in making me laugh on what was the worst day of my life. I could feel the support all around me. They made me feel less alone and I can’t thank them enough.Even though a couple of years have passed, I still think about how fantastically I was treated in my vulnerable state, and how different my life could have turned out if it hadn’t been for their kindness and understanding. Without them, I don’t think I’d be here.
Student, Gloucestershire


I’ve lived in the US. I’ve seen what worse care for more money looks like


The first time the NHS saved my life I was trapped under a car after an accident with a fractured pelvis, skull and three crushed vertebrae as well as a haemorrhaging liver. The eight days I spent in hospital would have bankrupted my family if I had been living in the US. I was 13 and by the time I was discharged I didn’t even want to leave. The care was so good they even brought in school work so I didn’t fall behind in class.


The second time my appendix burst and I underwent an operation. I missed the first day of my finals but the surgeon gave me the smallest appendectomy scar of anyone I’ve ever seen. They obviously took immense pride in it and I thought that was very cool.


I’ve lived in the US. I’ve seen what worse care for more money looks like. I’ve seen people die of preventable cancers because they were too poor to go to a doctor.
Huw Gildon, 40, marketing professional


It’s amazing when patients that have nearly died several times walk out of hospital


I love the NHS because every day I see people who are at their most vulnerable and the sickest they will ever be. The standout stories for me are when patients have been through the biggest fight of their lives, have nearly died several times, have been hooked up to a ventilator for months on end and they then walk out of our unit and hospital.
Jenny, ITU nurse, 32, Liverpool


My consultant came in to operate on me on his day off


I had a radioactive plaque fitted into my eye five days after a diagnosis of eye cancer. A while later, I was lying on a theatre trolley waiting for surgery to remove it. The consultant who had fitted the plaque previously warned me that he had a day off and so would not be doing the removal. Obviously all surgeons are perfectly qualified; I had no need to be fearful. But, it had been a stressful week so I lay having a silent sob about how I was about to die and only one person could save me but they weren’t here. Just as I was being pushed into theatre, someone touched my arm; it was my original consultant. “I’ll be doing your operation today Mrs Dimmock,” he said. Those words are now up there with my husband saying “I do” and my kids first saying “mumumum”.
Victoria Dimmock, 41, Brighton


As a doctor it is marvellous to be able to treat everyone without worrying about them having to pay


I remember about 30 years ago a baby was born in severe heart failure. She was transferred to a specialist heart hospital and then had to be transferred to another hospital in Scotland. Sadly the treatment failed and the doctors explained that the baby was going to die. The parents asked if they could be transferred back to their hometown so the grandparents could see the baby before she died. She was accordingly helicoptered back to where her family was and she died surrounded by them.


The marvellous thing was no one argued about financial matters – it just happened. As a doctor, it is marvellous to be able to treat everyone without worrying about them having to pay.
Anonymous


Woe to the British citizen who doesn’t vigorously defend the NHS


My favourite story is the birth of our third child which was our first to happen through the NHS. Our eldest were born in the US and even though we had “good” health insurance we still received bills for about $ 1,300 after each child was born.


And the NHS has midwives who have the goal of making birth as easy and humane as possible for mum and baby. In the US, birth is much more an assembly line situation that feels like some sort of costly corporate emergency. In the UK, our son swam out into a big birth tub while my wife sucked on some gas and air (which they don’t have in the US). It was just a kinder, gentler experience and while there were doctors nearby if we needed one, we never even had to see one. My wife was coached through labour by a lovely young woman while I tried to stay out of the way and shout nice things or grab a flannel when asked, that type of thing.


Woe to the British citizen who doesn’t vigorously defend the NHS. You do not know how lucky you are. Do NOT take it for granted and fire politicians who you think don’t take care of your nation’s most precious achievement, the NHS.
Rob Delaney, 40, comedian, from the US but lives in London


Sometimes there are wonderful stories of survival


When I was an intensive care nurse, I looked after a patient for several weeks who had a number of setbacks along the way to recovery. One day, it was decided by the doctors that he had reached a stage where survival was unlikely and that, should the time come, he should be allowed to die with dignity. It was agreed to transfer him to a hospice.


I ensured that I was his nurse on each day. He started in a catatonic state. I made enquiries about transferring to a hospice nearer his home, but none of them had any beds. We were told to try again in a few days. Three days later, he had made a strong recovery and was sat out in a chair eating breakfast when his family came to visit.
Nurse practitioner, 40, Cheshire


I have seen HIV go from a death penalty to chronic manageable illness in my time working in the NHS


I worked on a HIV ward in London in the early 90s. We cared for patients who were slowly dying as their immune systems were attacked by the virus and they succumbed to various infections. It was a heartbreaking time with so many people affected and no hope in sight.


There were various drugs being trialled, and the patients were happy to be guinea pigs – they had nothing to lose. There was a breakthrough in the late 90s and I witnessed the introduction of triple therapy. I saw the illness go from a death penalty to chronic manageable illness.
Anonymous


  • In the UK, the Samaritans can be contacted on 116 123. In the US, the National Suicide Prevention Hotline is 1-800-273-8255. In Australia, the crisis support service Lifeline is on 13 11 14. Hotlines in other countries can be found here.

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‘I love the NHS. Without it, I wouldn’t be here’

Ditch dating apps but share the love: finding a match for people with dementia



It was wonderful spending the day with Irene and sharing our passion for football by watching our rival teams – Leicester City and Chelsea – play each other. We had so many laughs together.




Fiona and Irene really hit it off when they met up, after being brought together by an online matching service. But if this sounds like the makings of a great first date, the relationship is actually far more complex than you might expect.


They were partnered up by Side by Side, an innovative matching service that we at the Alzheimer’s Society are launching today, which is designed to connect volunteers to someone with dementia.


Side by Side is a completely new approach to volunteering. From joining a local club, going to football matches or just heading out for a stroll together in the park, the app pairs up people with dementia and volunteers with shared interests. A third of people with dementia lose friends after their diagnosis, and nearly two thirds who live on their own feel lonely. We know that one of the most important things for those affected is to remain part of their community and continue to do the things they love. By taking part in activities with the support of a volunteer with similar interests, they can continue with their hobbies – or even find new ones.


My team set up the service which was particularly important to me after seeing my granddad’s experiences with dementia. As his condition deteriorated, he became increasingly confused; he didn’t know whether he had just arrived at church or was leaving it. Although he had great relationships with all the people at his local church, they had limited resources to support him. The moment he had to stop doing something he had done his whole life broke his heart. If a service like Side by Side had been available, he wouldn’t have had to stop.


Side by Side has got off to a promising start. There are almost 2,000 people with dementia waiting to be paired up and we are urgently calling for more volunteers.


What makes this volunteer programme different is the flexibility. Side by Side is designed so that almost anyone can volunteer. It is flexible, so meeting up can be easily arranged around work and family, and a telephone service is also available for those with more limited time.


I was so convinced of the merits of the scheme that I decided to put my money where my mouth is. Despite having a busy lifestyle, doing a job I love and running around after three kids, I signed up as a volunteer. My Side by Side partner, who has Alzheimer’s, shares my healthcare background and love of gardening. I’d always wanted to learn how to grow my own vegetables and now that I’ve met Maggie,I know how to do this.


Maggie isn’t just a volunteering project; she’s a friend. Her daughter told me that it was the first time she has seen her mum smile in a long time.


Kathryn Smith is director of operations at Alzheimer’s Society. More information about volunteering for Side by Side or accessing the service can be found here.


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Ditch dating apps but share the love: finding a match for people with dementia

7 Şubat 2017 Salı

Why do you love the NHS?

Nigel Lawson once declared, “the NHS is the closest thing the English have to a religion”, while the 2012 Olympic opening ceremony in London revealed its unique place in the nation’s hearts.


Every day it changes people’s lives. In one day, 1,300 people will die, 2,000 will be born and 1.5 million will be treated by the NHS. In 2014, it was declared the best healthcare system by an international panel of experts who rated its care superior to countries that spend far more on health.


For all its problems – an overstretched workforce, increasing waiting times, bureaucracy, poor IT – the health service remains a national treasure. As Valentine’s Day approaches, we want to explore the love affair the UK has with the National Health Service.


Are you a healthcare professional who loves their job? Do you relish the privilege of helping patients at a vulnerable time in their life? What is it that keeps you working for the health service?


Or are you someone whose life has been changed by the NHS? Perhaps you’ve been helped to have a longed-for child. Or have you seen a relative’s life transformed by treatment? Are you from another country where the healthcare system is very different?


Please fill in the form below. A selection of responses will be used in our reporting. You may remain anonymous if you wish.



Why do you love the NHS?

24 Ocak 2017 Salı

Is It True Love? How To Know For Sure

When we first fall in love with somebody we are falling for their persona, the role they play. These are the type of things you might find in a dating profile such as their likes and dislikes, hobbies, jobs, style, and so on.


As you really get to know each other and each of you stop playing roles, who your partner is becomes less clearly defined. Each of us are complex creatures containing at some points both extremes of every quality. Even the nicest people will have moments of being terribly mean. Yet you still love that person. All the things you fell for no longer matter. It is hard to say exactly what we are in love with at this point. Perhaps it is their soul or their essence that we love. However you define it, that deeper love can be felt even if it is hard to explain.


The best way I can understand this sort of love is comparing it to a parent’s love for their children.


What Makes A Mother’s Love Special?


As a parent, I have been blessed to get to experience true love. The love for my children is not muddied with all the stuff that a romantic love most often is. It is not dependent on my children’s behaviors, words, or whether or not they meet my needs. It just is.


When comparing the two forms of love, it is the just is quality that can be very helpful in judging if your romantic love has the same neverending, ego-less, forever quality as the true love you find in a mother’s love. A mother’s love loves even when the child is behaving awfully. It is love even when they are being as unlovable as possible.


Often romantic love is conditional. The wrong words or actions can quickly turn one partner against the other. This leads to the continued playing of roles, increased insecurities, and limited feelings of love.


Now Time For A Small Disclaimer


Although I think we should all strive for a romantic love relationship where each partner is accepted fully and loved despite their mistakes, there are obviously words and actions that simply go too far to be accepted. This is even true in a mother-child relationship although it is harder to imagine when those lines would be crossed.


Also loving someone even when they are being unlovable is not the same as accepting the behavior. Challenging, questioning, and comforting your partner when it feels appropriate is a good thing, and can be done with a heart full of love. It could be a step in strengthing your relationship or helping your partner grow as a person.


So make sure you are being true to yourself. Trust yourself if you feel your partner has gone too far.


The Question To Ask Yourself To Know If It’s True Love


When you say something stupid, selfish, ignorant, or mean are you still loved? Does your partner love you even when you are most unlovable? If so hold on to them, kiss them, and let you know you appreciate their love because that is true love.



Amy is the mother of two who spends much of her time playing with toys, changing diapers, and contemplating love.


Besides writing for NaturalNews.com Blogs, Amy has an online store featuring her digital art.




Is It True Love? How To Know For Sure

19 Ocak 2017 Perşembe

Seeing stroke recovery through music reminded me why I love my job

I’ve been working as an occupational therapist with stroke patients for the past three years. It’s a privilege to be let into people’s lives and to get to know them and their families; but if they’re not getting better, it can be heartbreaking.


Working for a full stroke service in Hull, I am always busy. It is stressful and even though I know we do a good job, we always know we could be doing better if only we had the time to sit down and really work it out. Although the day-to-day reality of my job is always different, I could never have envisaged the impact one project would have on me, my colleagues and our patients.


In December 2014, I was asked to go to a workshop with the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra (RPO), which was coming to run music sessions with us as part of its community outreach work.


We met Tim Steiner from the RPO to brainstorm what the issues might be for people with cognitive and physical problems. My first thought was: “We’re very busy, how are we going to fit this in?” I’ve done group work before and while it can be really powerful, it’s hard. I was concerned but I could also see this was an amazing opportunity if we could pull it off.


We went through the instruments and thought about the problems that someone attending the group might have – from whether they could hold it to any discomfort they might experience. We adapted some of the instruments and arranged for a healthcare professional to sit with patients who might have problems concentrating, communicating or processing information at speed.


At the first session with the patients, none of us, not even the therapists, really knew what we were doing or what was going to happen. I was very nervous. The instruments looked like the ones we had used at school and I was worried that it would be a bit demeaning. But by the end of the session, we’d structured this incredible piece of music and that suddenly made me realise what this could potentially do.


Over the course of the project, Strokestra, I saw all these people go on a similar journey. At first, they felt embarrassed to pick up an instrument and make a sound. But after six months we did a performance of the work they had done in the city hall.


I remember how Steiner set us a task where we all had to clap at the same time and hold a rhythm. He’d stop and we’d carry on because we weren’t paying attention. It seems trivial but it was so funny and it helped us realise that it was OK to make mistakes and not be perfect. A lot of people told us this was the first time they had belly laughed since their stroke.


There were also times when people broke down in tears. Sometimes it’s difficult for people to realise what they’ve lost and Strokestra brought that into focus. Because the group became such good friends and everybody had been through a similar thing, people could understand and knew what that person was experiencing.


I noticed a change in confidence among the participants. Some people would come in their wheelchair but by the end, they’d start to walk. I saw a massive improvement in concentration.


I’m reticent to say that the group directly impacted on things, but I definitely saw some people being able to process information better and I wonder if it helped one person return to driving. It feels like that was part of his journey.


I love my job and I think what I do is really important but I have been doing it a long time and sometimes you can forget what you do, what you contribute and the importance of it. Strokestra brought that into sharp relief. I saw myself through a new set of eyes and thought: “Actually, what I do is pretty cool.”


Having an orchestra come in to help us was snazzy but I felt that I had an ownership of the project. It was about therapy and how we were using this music to help people recover. They were bringing their expertise of music and how to structure a music group and we were helping them with how we needed to adapt things for people with particular needs.


We’ve not stopped since. We’re running our own groups using music in one of our rehab units. We’re starting small but we’ve got big ideas to run this for the long-term. It’s given us the confidence to use music in therapy and to have an orchestra come and show us the potential of it has given us the confidence to carry on.


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Seeing stroke recovery through music reminded me why I love my job

5 Ocak 2017 Perşembe

A receptionist saved my life and other love letters to healthcare staff

It was the receptionist who took me seriously when I said I had a headache which turned out to be a brain haemorrhage


I’d gone to A&E in Derby, where I was staying for Christmas, with the most dreadful headache. I’d been a radiographer at St Thomas’ hospital in London for 18 years and knew something wasn’t right. It was the day after Boxing Day and there had been heavy snow so it was busy with people who had fallen over.


I was at the reception desk and I’d already been told how busy it was and asked whether it could wait until after the weekend. The receptionist who eventually booked me in reiterated how busy it was but I pleaded with her and told her I knew something wasn’t right – I didn’t get headaches. She could tell how unwell I was and booked me in.


She kept an eye on me in the waiting room and could see how much pain I was in. She kept checking where I was in the queue and made sure I was ok. She told the nurse in charge that I needed to be seen ASAP.


What none of us knew at that point was that I was having a brain haemorrhage. If she hadn’t believed me I’d probably have gone back home and would not be here today.




I never got the chance to tell her that she was perfect at her job, that she showed me care that I will never forget.




Even when I then saw the triage nurse, he made me feel like I was wasting his time and I’d got a cold and a headache. When I was waiting in the minors area she checked on me to see if I was ok. I waited another hour to see a doctor who referred me for a CT scan which showed a haemorrhage due to a ruptured cerebral aneurysm. I went for surgery at 1pm the next day.


I’ve worked in the NHS and I know how rare it is for patients to say thank you. It doesn’t matter if you’re a doctor or a receptionist, a gesture, care and compassion means an awful lot. Although I was saved by a neurosurgeon, Hillary on reception was the only one to believe me. I’ve never forgotten what she did for me.


Jane Gooch, London


A midwife picked up that my newborn baby had had a stroke after the GP had dismissed me


My newborn baby was due for a routine post-partum check. He had been twitching suspiciously, and we had been to the GP, who had dismissed us. We were so concerned about our son’s random movements and subsequent deep sleep that we took a short film of his movements. When I showed this to the midwife asking for her advice, she looked very alarmed and asked to take the film to be checked by a doctor. She came back within minutes and took us to the neonatal intensive care ward, where my son was admitted and medicated.


It was soon discovered that he had had a stroke during birth, causing the epilepsy-like twitching. The diagnosis was very difficult to come to terms with, but now, a few years on, he appears to have fully recovered, consistently scoring above average on all the many cognitive and motor checks he has undergone. He is a sunny and happy child, without a hint of his difficult start.


We will forever remember that midwife’s quick action and astuteness during those first days of his life. Had she dismissed us as the GP did, his fits would have continued and might have caused more brain damage. Her intervention and quick action allowed him to be diagnosed and medicated early on, giving him the gift of a full life, and us the immense relief of having a healthy and happy child.


Anonymous, south-east England


The care one nurse gave me and the kindness in her heart made every difference to my hospital stay


I live with a rare heart disease and have had several operations, including open heart surgery, aged nine; I now rely on a pacemaker.


I’ve spent a lot of time in and out of hospital over the years and have been treated by many medical professionals – some I have known since birth and others I have met once and never seen again. In June 2016, a mature first year nursing student looked after me and she is someone I will never forget.


She was calm and collected and so attentive to everything she was learning. She asked questions about who I was, removing the patient element and getting to know me, as a person. No matter what she was doing, she always had time. I know she had children of her own, and when she was looking after me, I feel she treated me as one of her own.


At the end of her shift, she always came to say goodbye. We shared giggles and at times I shared the sweets I had been gifted with her. Haribo hearts and cola bottles were her favourite. When in pain, she was the first by my bedside, to hold my hand and stayed until I felt better.


The afternoon I was discharged, she overheard me crying in my bed. My family weren’t there and she came in to see me. While I explained that I was happy to be going, she understood my frustration that I still had no answers. I had been in for a week and no test or procedure had revealed what was wrong with me. She drew the curtain around my bed and while I sat and cried, she cradled me in her arms.


The care she gave me and the kindness in her heart made every difference to my stay. She has two more years to go but I know that she will make the most amazing nurse.


Hannah Phillips, London


I never got the chance to thank the surgeon for saving my life. The event led to me becoming a doctor


When I was 15, I was hit by shrapnel on an army cadet training exercise. I was taken to hospital and had emergency surgery.


I never got the chance to properly thank the surgeon or his team for saving my life. I don’t remember the surgery but I do remember how kind he was in the follow-up appointments and how he laughed and joked with me. He also kept my mum from falling to pieces during the first few days after my accident.


The whole event led to many changes in my life including a career change; from wanting to join the army I decided instead to pursue a career in healthcare. It took me a while longer but I qualified as a doctor in 2008 and have subsequently developed an interest in major trauma surgery.


Alex Bell, Sheffield


I don’t know what I would have done without one nurse. Her hand in mine rescued me


I was living in the US when I sadly had a string of miscarriages. On one occasion one became complicated and I was rushed to the hospital with haemorrhaging. I had an emergency procedure in a cubicle in the emergency room – fast, with no anaesthetic.


There was a nurse who took care of me from the moment I arrived. I was hers, she told me, when she disagreed with a young medical student’s view that I could walk to the bathroom alone. She was going to keep me safe.


The procedure I underwent was quick and successful, but painful and I was terrified by the amount of blood and by the looks on the doctors’ faces. This nurse held my hand the whole way through. I don’t know what I would have done without her. I clung to her. Her hand in mine rescued me.


I never got the chance to tell her that she was perfect at her job, that she showed me care that I will never forget and that her tender kindness helped me heal.


Louise Harland, London


I’m able to deal with my mental health problems thanks to the doctor who encouraged me to get the help I needed


I was visiting my local clinic on a routine appointment to get a contraceptive device removed from my arm, when the doctor told me that she wouldn’t be able to put a new one in unless I lost some weight. I burst into tears and she immediately started comforting me as she thought I was upset about the weight comment. I told her that wasn’t it and so she asked me what was really wrong.


I poured my heart out about everything that had gone wrong for me in the last year or so: my mum dying, the crushing anxiety I was experiencing, my OCD and depression, the massive argument I’d had with my father which meant I hadn’t spoken to him for six months and so much more. She listened to me and then she cried too.


I remember thinking that if I could make a doctor cry with my story, somebody who must see and hear all kinds of things every day, then perhaps this was really bad. After I had recovered myself, she told me that I had been through a lot and that I needed to talk to someone.


Because of her I finally understood that what was happening to me was serious and that I needed help. I felt that I was authorised to go to my doctor and ask for help – she gave me the confidence to do that. I got the help I really needed – therapy and guidance – that enabled me to get my life back on track. I trained to become a teacher not long after and I now live in Beijing and work as a university lecturer there. I still have depression and the rest – I always will, but I’m able to deal with it now thanks to the help she encouraged me to get.


Lorna, Beijing


I’m so grateful to all the healthcare professionals who saved my boyfriend’s life when he tried to kill himself


Years before I would meet met him, my boyfriend tried to kill himself. I owe my most heartfelt thanks to the 999 operative who took his call, the paramedics who arrived, the nurses and doctors who treated him after he’d lost an immense amount of blood, and the team on the psychiatric ward he was then referred to.


I don’t know who they are, or how I would ever start to find the people I owe so much to. But to me, that’s the exact point. Thousands of healthcare professionals across the country work every day to support people who are going through the same struggle, and many other just as important struggles. Without these professionals, my boyfriend’s life would be just a memory.


I would like those who deal with people who may seem to have given up on themselves, to know that by not giving up on them, they make a difference beyond comprehension. Their effort and hard work during years of training, is appreciated and valued by my boyfriend and everyone who loves him. Without the dedication of those professionals, his life would have been so quickly and devastatingly thrown away.


Anonymous


  • In the UK, the Samaritans can be contacted on 116 123. In the US, the National Suicide Prevention Hotline is 1-800-273-8255. In Australia, the crisis support service Lifeline is on 13 11 14. Hotlines in other countries can be found here.

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A receptionist saved my life and other love letters to healthcare staff

18 Kasım 2016 Cuma

A moment that changed me: meeting my late love Denise, who gave me the courage to come out | Lisa Alabaksh

My university seminar had just finished, and I was standing in line at the refectory, grumbling about a man who had suggested any woman who disagreed with him must be a lesbian. “Well, I am a lesbian so I don’t know what he’d say to me,” said Denise Marshall. It was the first time we’d met. I was enchanted.


This was early 1992 and I’d been pretending to be “straight” for quite some time. I didn’t ever use the word lesbian. If my sexuality had been spoken about at all – which it definitely wasn’t – I would have used the word gay.


To meet a woman so out and so absolutely gorgeous … well … I was hooked. I didn’t know, of course, just how far my life would go with the funny, red-haired woman in a duffel coat, but we were friends immediately, laughing at both being from Tottenham, just up the road from the Middlesex University campus in Enfield, when all around us were people from proper “up north”: Tracy from Manchester, Wendy from Bradford, John and his twin from somewhere “not London”.


We were funny and flash in our north London cockiness. We thought so, at least.


Denise was profoundly political, a feminist and socialist to her core and deeply delighted by her life as an out-and-proud lesbian activist. Every Thursday afternoon, while the rest of us sat around smoking, Denise would go off to work with a group of Kurdish women who needed housing. I didn’t even know what Kurdish was at the time.


For the next three years, Denise held court after lectures and many people listened. Me most of all. She hadn’t been around heterosexuals for many years, she said. She had been a development worker for Stonewall, helping to set up housing projects for vulnerable young lesbians and gay men. University was full of straight people. She was fascinated by them and it made her fascinating. She also knew from our first meeting that I wasn’t being true to myself. She didn’t say so directly. But because she presented being a lesbian as a beautiful privilege, she made me realise I could live differently.


Denise organised a group of us to go to the May Day rally in 1992, and soon we were all reading her two favourite books: The Ragged-Trousered Philanthropists by Robert Tressell and Sour Sweet by Timothy Mo. She taught me about feminism, class oppression, the importance of caring for our communities, of working to right wrongs. Pretty soon I was out of the closet, and with Denise’s encouragement I went to Gay Pride, had some fine fun flings with fabulous women, and my life took off. Denise was an education in herself and I spent every moment I could with her.


My secret life faded and I found liberation in living honestly. Our friendship deepened, I moved in as Denise’s lodger, and then one day, it all changed. We became lovers.


This was 1995, and Denise had become the manager of a women’s refuge. I had graduated as an English teacher and the internet had just arrived. Like the rest of the world, we had no idea what that dial-up tone would mean and where it would take us. We had no idea what becoming lovers would come to mean either, but our love was wild and wonderful, and neither of us had ever been happier. It was a golden time of feminism, lesbianism, freedom and hope. We adored each other.


Ten years later, not long after I became a headteacher, I collapsed one day, insanely tired following an Ofsted inspection. An emergency brain scan led to a diagnosis of multiple sclerosis. I had to retire from my job, and was told I would soon need a wheelchair. It felt like my life was over. But it wasn’t. I still had Denise.



Denise Marshall and friend


‘Denise’s final Facebook post asked friends to look after me, and they did.’ Denise Marshall and friend. Photograph: Lisa Alabaksh

She became CEO of Eaves, a feminist charity specialising in support, advocacy and research into all aspects of violence against women. Eaves changed policy and perceptions around trafficking through its Poppy project, and the work was respected worldwide. Funding was cut with the advent of the coalition government in 2010, and Denise was heartbroken. But she was a force of nature, and kept the Eaves projects going, as well as writing two novels, travelling the world for adventure, playing poker and using social media with a political passion.


In August 2015, our life together ended. Denise died of stomach cancer, and Eaves closed two months later – a double devastation. Through sickness, diagnosis, treatment, pretty much up to the end of her life, Facebook had been Denise’s link to the outside world, and in those early minutes, hours, days and weeks of grief it became mine too. Posting on Facebook was my way of not drowning, because online, there were friends. Real friends; people I’d actually met and who knew Denise. I would write, sometimes in the dark, desperate hours of insomnia, and someone would be there. Facebook saved my life. Denise’s final post asked friends to look after me, and they did.


By the time of my first birthday without Denise, I had posted some 60,000 words. She was loved by so many and she was missed so much, personally and professionally. People told me it helped to read my posts, and that message helped me. One day, two friends brought a manuscript around, made up of the posts I’d written, and from there this became an actual book and my life changed again.


Now I am a published writer who has a life that includes people I really don’t know but who now know me. Sort of. The book is an out-and-proud story of lesbian love, feminist fire and a universal recognition that everyone can be stronger for longer with a bit of kindness and compassion. It is about surviving the swim across the oceans of grief and finding hope in the heartache. It is about love.


The moment I met Denise Marshall, I found my life’s passion – working to end violence against women and girls – and I took the first step on the path to living openly and happily as a lesbian, as who I am. Because of Facebook, I have been able to survive the greatest loss of my life. Along the way, I’ve tried to live according to a mood and a mindset I call Hahalala – health and happiness and love and laughter all. This outlook and expression came to me after my own recovery from sickness. Although Denise would often roll her eyes at my cheeriness, she too was an optimist and she loved and believed in the concept.


In the last days of her life, I asked how she had done it all, how she was still managing to raise a smile, how we were all going to survive without her. She smiled the smile that enchanted me the first time I met her, in that refectory queue, 23 years earlier. “It’s a case of having to, my darling,” she said.



A moment that changed me: meeting my late love Denise, who gave me the courage to come out | Lisa Alabaksh

17 Ekim 2016 Pazartesi

Lavender – More than herb of Love

You are probably not surprised that lavender has always been involved the herb of love. However, you probably will consider to plant a field with lavender after you read health benefits of lavender in this article.


Lavender is a soothing herb with many names such as Alhucema, Lavada, Lavande des Alpes… Lavender oil contains more than 100 compounds so that it is an essential oil to block symptoms and signs in our body. Here are 7 health benefits of lavender which have been researched by experts from many countries.


  1. Reduce infections

Lavender oil against pathogenic fungi and destroys the fungal cell’s membrane. That why lavender is revered for its antiseptic. Keeping lavender oil in fridge to apply burns, sterilize susceptible area and stop burn from progressing. What’s more, lavender can heal acne, sun burns, insect bites and stings. There are many ways to take advantage of this herb. You can massage the oil into chest, neck or burn area… However, do not get any oil close to your eyes, nose or other sensitive tissue. Additionally, lavender oil can stimulates the cells of a wound to reborn faster and avoid scarring.


  1. Ease headache

You are suffering from severe headaches and get trouble to find an appropriate treatment. Now lavender oil is a natural remedy which deals your headache. Moreover, you perhaps do not want to have side effects from medication which can affect to your kidney and liver.  According to study, lavender oil work as a sedative, anticonvulsant and antidepressant. That why, this essential oil treats headaches due to anxiety disorders and similar situations. In more words, there is an effectiveness of lavender oil on migraines. In 2012, the first research about this curable method of lavender on migraines was published. Up to 74 % of volunteer participants who took it reduce migraine symptoms. Read more: 15 home remedies for headaches.


  1. Help to relax

Purple from lavender brings you to a love paradise. This fragrant herb provide a chemical which turn your heart rate and blood pressure down then put you in a relax situation. Potentially, this oil is a mild sedative which help you easy to get on sleep. The parallel effectiveness is producing less of stress marker. One of over 20 chemicals in lavender oil is linalyl acetate which reduce the destiny of blood in the brain then body will feel relax. Why don’t you put a bunch of dry lavender flower in your room to over stress in life?


  1. Aromatherapy insomnia

Each night, you count stars or sheep but could not go to sleep. Which is an effective method you may use at the moment? Lavender is a great answer. Researchers did a lot of studies which demonstrated that lavender can ease anxiety and insomnia. Almost volunteers got to sleep more easily and they felt quality of sleep was better when they use lavender products. Overall, lavender aromatherapy is a perfect option to apply for people with insomnia. It can plan bedtime routine and calm your body. Furthermore, John Parkinson wrote that lavender is “especially good for all grief and pains of the head and brain.”  He was a 17th-century London apothecary. Read more : top 22 best home remedies for insomnia.


  1. Promote mental health

Lavender is a natural superstar. Its extract has been used for anxiety and depression. It is absolutely safe and effective for mental problems. As you know benzodiazepines are a sedative medication but it has many side effects include fatigue, confusion, dizziness or dry mouth. Thus herbal preparations have been maintained for treat anxiety and depression. In addition, there is a high concentration of volatile oil with fragrance which use for promote mood and reduce stress. Researchers did investigations both animal and human to raise the quality and efficacy of lavender to neurological disorders.


  1. Good for digestion

Your stomach is often upset with several certain foods. You probably do not find out the best way to improve your digestion without taking medication. There are no longer bad impacts from foods; lavender is considered to fight off harmful bacteria. Many studies believe in lavender functions such as prevent against dysbacteriosis. Moreover, it has an anti – inflammation in nature.  Bloating and poor digestion caused by an overgrowth of “bad” bacteria. Lavender will change your situation in normal.


  1. Calm sensitive skin

For women, lavender essential oil is a best friend. Lavender has been used to exhibit some antioxidant activity especially UV from sunlight which led to sensitive. Lavender essential oil helps ease itching, swelling and redness when your skin expose with bad agents or by insect bites.  Apply as needed every 6 to 8 hours in a day or you can put one or two drop in the area then wait for at least 10 to 15 minutes.


Some notices: Lavender do not use for women who during the early stages of pregnancy. Furthermore, use caution if your blood pressure is low. Read carefully the ingredients of lavender products.


Resource:


wikihomenutrition.com


www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov


www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov


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Lavender – More than herb of Love

1 Ekim 2016 Cumartesi

Secret Teaching: I love teaching, but I"m tired of feeling like a failure

When I began teaching 18 years ago, I poured everything I had into it. I started at a tough inner-city Manchester school. I ran after-school football and film clubs, and produced Shakespeare plays with 8- to 11-year-olds. I was glad to be observed 10 times in a gruelling five-day Ofsted visit (it was 1998). I put so much in and got so much out – I was young, single and I didn’t care about late nights and early mornings.


A few years later I moved to another challenging school down the road, as deputy headteacher. The budget was incredibly tight which meant I had zero management time and taught all week; this was before the luxury of PPA (the time that’s set aside for teachers to do planning, preparation and assessment work). I always had a foot out of the door and an ear cocked for trouble in the corridor – even more so when I spent a term as acting headteacher when the excellent head was in hospital.


I think that’s when my downward spiral started. I’d taken on a class where I had to field chairs being thrown at me, coerce one pupil from the roof and fend off physically abusive parents. I would become frustrated and angry when things went badly (being punched by a parent, the local authority demanding that results improve) and completely elated when things went well (transforming 30% of pupils achieving level 4 into 70%, seeing special educational needs and disaffected year 6 students performing Richard III).


Within three years, I hit a wall. I went back to my hometown, to teach in a successful primary in a leafy, middle-class area. I thought it would give me a chance to work in a less stressful environment. I was wrong. The pressure – in school, from the government and families – was different, but equally debilitating.


It was an outstanding school and the local education authority (LEA) had expectations. “Yours is one of the better schools,” we were told. “For us to reach our target, we need you to up your Sats results, because the other schools in the area are rubbish.” I’m paraphrasing, but the message was clear. I made an initial impact and was expected to carry the year 6 can. It wasn’t the school or the staff’s fault, it’s just the way things were and still are.


Each morning I would wake up feeling sick to my stomach. I spent my lunchtimes alone, sitting outside in the street, struggling to eat the lunch I’d prepared. There was just so much to do.


After a spell in hospital, I was diagnosed with severe depression. School wasn’t the only factor, but it tipped the balance. I was given months off work, saw psychiatrists and other mental-health professionals and had to fight to get back into the classroom nine months later. I managed it (in large part thanks to my now-wife, who I met through this illness) but it was a pyrrhic victory.


The next eight years had some highs – days when I really thought I was “winning” and that I’d taught well – but there were also more lows. There were times when I felt I was sinking; my to-do list was never-ending and parents irrationally expected their children to be level-pegging with their peers without understanding that people children learn at different rates.


When my son was born two years ago, I realised that family is more important to me than the increasingly demanding job that teaching has become. It’s more important than juggling targets and trying to keep up with the latest short-sighted initiative from Whitehall.


Now I’m a supply teacher, and am lucky that I can survive on the money. Half the wages, 10 times the happiness. I don’t plan, I’m home by 4pm and the job just pays the bills. And my mental state is so, so much improved.


I loved teaching and I miss it profoundly. But my mental health means I just cannot juggle all the balls necessary to be good at it. I demand a lot of myself as a teacher and the demands placed on the teaching profession – by local authorities, Whitehall, governing bodies, heads, parents – mean that I feel a failure far more often than I feel that I am of worth.



Secret Teaching: I love teaching, but I"m tired of feeling like a failure

22 Eylül 2016 Perşembe

Vasectomies: turning an "act of love" into a global movement

“How do we celebrate the best in men when the news is full of stories about their frustration, humiliation, and destructiveness?” That was the question that film-maker Jonathan Stack was pondering back in 2011. The answer, he concluded, was to point out to men that there is a simple and pragmatic way they can personally make a difference to some of the most complex problems of our time – a vasectomy.


“I saw it as a creative challenge,” he says now. “How do we counter that narrative?” In vasectomies Stack saw an opportunity to transform an “act of love” into a global movement – a means “to engage men in the conversation”.



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Vasectomies are an act of love, argues Jonathan Stack. Photograph: World Vasectomy Day

Expanding access to vasectomies in developing countries has now become Stack’s life mission. In 2012, he created World Vasectomy Day while working on a documentary about his journey through fatherhood and decision to have a vasectomy. “The plan was to have 100 doctors in 20 countries do 1,000 vasectomies in 24 hours,” he says. “And we came very close to that.”


Men need to share the burden of birth control


Studies indicate that reducing fertility can result in far-reaching benefits – from improvements to maternal and child health to poverty reduction and long-term environmental sustainability. In 2012, the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation and the UK government’s Department for International Development co-hosted a summit on family planning and outlined an ambitious new goal: to make affordable contraception available to an additional 120 million women and girls in the world’s poorest countries by 2020.


Four years on, important gains have been made: more than half of the 69 countries have delivered on their commitments, and an additional 24.4 million women and girls now have access to modern contraceptive methods. But some experts say progress has been slower than expected because efforts have overlooked a key population: men.



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“We need to engage more men to support their partners and spouses,” says Monica Kerrigan. Photograph: World Vasectomy Day

“We’re falling behind,” says Monica Kerrigan, former deputy director of family planning with the Gates Foundation and a senior adviser to FP2020, the global partnership formed after the summit to carry out its objectives. “I think a missing component is the need to engage more men to support their partners and spouses.” Among the many ways they can do that, she says, is by shouldering some of the burden of birth control, including, for those who no longer want to have children, voluntary sterilisation, or vasectomy.


Stack agrees. As it is, he says, men are largely left out. Most family planning programmes target women and girls, and with good reason: globally, the biggest barrier to reducing birth rates is gender inequality – population growth is fastest where female literacy is low, violence against women is common and reproductive rights are not protected.


Still, the reality remains that men tend to dominate decision making about family size and birth control. At the same time, they tend to be detached from or opposed to family planning, and the result is often that their partners discontinue using birth control or never start at all. In fact, of the unmarried women who say they don’t want to get pregnant within the next two years, close to a quarter don’t use contraception because someone close to them opposes it – one reason for the 74m million unintended pregnancies that occur annually.


“We’re now realising that while it’s important to focus on women and girls, we can’t continue with business as usual,” says Kerrigan. “We have to positively disrupt the status quo.” World Vasectomy Day, she says, is just that – an effort to secure men’s engagement, using modern innovations that can accelerate progress.


No scalpels


One of those innovations is the no-scalpel vasectomy. First performed in China in the 1970s, the technique made what was already a safe, simple procedure – a pair of small incisions to sever the duct that delivers sperm from the testicles (the vas deferens) – even more so. Using the no-scalpel approach, a provider need only locate the vas deferens under the skin and make a single needle puncture through which to cut it, minimising the risk of bleeding.




Men equate vasectomy with castration, or believe it will cause them to be impotent


Ricky Lu


“That modification really facilitated the spread of vasectomy across the globe,” says Carmela Cordero, a reproductive health expert with EngenderHealth. “Before, it was only the urologist who could perform a vasectomy. Now, we’re training nurses, midwives, clinical officers. You don’t need sophisticated equipment, you don’t need an operating room. It’s inexpensive, and it takes less than 15 minutes.”


And yet, for all its virtues, vasectomy is still an uncommon practice in the developing world and the least known modern method of contraception in poorer countries. In sub-Saharan Africa, where the unmet need for family planning is greatest, fewer than 100,000 men have had the operation. By comparison, female sterilisation, which is costlier , more time consuming, must be performed in a hospital and can result in serious complications, is among the most widely used methods of contraception worldwide.



Some of the volunteers for WVS 2014.


Some of the volunteers for WVS 2014. Photograph: World Vasectomy Day

One reason for that, says Ricky Lu, director of family planning and reproductive health at non-profit Jhpiego, is that vasectomy has long been mired in misconception. “Many men equate vasectomy with castration, or believe it will cause them to be impotent,” he says. Where accurate information is lacking, he says, demand for the procedure is very low, and “there are few trained providers offering the service” as a result.


Jhpiego is trying to change that through programmes like Tupange (“let’s plan” in Kiswahili) in Kenya, which aims to make modern contraceptive methods available to the urban poor and to educate men about the benefits of voluntary male sterilisation. The country is one of a long list that will celebrate the fourth annual World Vasectomy Day on 18 November, 2016. Now a global movement, the event is supported by the International Planned Parenthood Federation, Marie Stopes International, FHI 360, and the ministries of health of India, Indonesia, and Kenya.



WVS is celebrated all over the world, including Indonesia.


WVS is celebrated all over the world, including Indonesia. Photograph: World Vasectomy Day

As before, the day will feature an 18-hour “vasectomy-thon” with medical professionals from around the world performing the procedure, as well as a training session for would-be providers in Kenya. “We’ll also have a wellness centre where men can get a general check-up, as well as counselling and testing for HIV and hypertension,” Stack says. “We think that part of being a responsible partner is taking care of one’s health.”


Kerrigan says vasectomy is part of catalysing men to support contraception. “If the majority of men supported their partners in using the contraceptive method that they want, we could go a long way toward preventing the 74m unintended pregnancies that happen every year,” she adds. “We need to change the way we think about men and boys in this space.”


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Vasectomies: turning an "act of love" into a global movement