Recently I heard that a family member in her early 50s was being seen by a doctor for DVT and that she was hoping that there was a more natural way of dealing with it than the medications her doctor was prescribing. When I had digested this scrap of family ''information,'' I thought about my own lax position (denial, really) and how it would make sense for me to make some changes in my life while I still have some shreds of health and potential fitness. And, of course, I have inherited my mother's compulsive pop reading habit (in my case, the Internet mostly). So, I decided to research and write an article that would incorporate some preventative and alternative health principles into my life that might make DVT somewhat less likely to catch up with me than is likely the case now. I would also like to see our family member above and others benefit from these principles if they decide that they want to. Deep vein thrombosis (DVT) is a critical health concern that af
You know how young children can announce after playing with a random kid fot five minutes at the playground that they have a "new friend"? Today my husband and I had a discussion about having a walk somewhere. We settled on going to the pier/marina in Comox. While today was sunny and still relatively hot it was also hazy with the miasma from the wildfires in the Okanagan and elsewhere. The smoke and mackerel clouds took.the edge off the sun's persistent burning pounding of the past several days. So, after wedging our car into the last of the parking spaces near the kiddie playground, we headed over to the pier. As we walked alongside the chain link fence bordering the road that eventually forms a 4-way stop, we see a lone dog walking at a brisk pace towards us. She had a sweet Border Collie face, but registered no interest in our concerned inquiries as to where her person was etc. Indeed, she trotted purposefully through the small opening between us and continu