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Clickable Charities

Until sometime last year, my BraveJournal header had a number of badges and graphics displayed all over it. Among those were buttons I would click daily to make donations to different charities.

When I decided to add my blog to verabear.com, the header just wasn’t working well when it was being viewed through an iFrame. I had to do something about it and the easiest was to remove everything. My buttons have since found a home on my verabear.com home page, but I feel that they would get better mileage when seen sported on a blog. So I’ve brought them over. I have yet to decide whether I’d be giving them their own spot over at the sidebar but the Categories link should make it easy to get to this post when one needs the links.

The Child Health Site The Breast Cancer Site The Hunger Site The Literacy Site The Rainforest Site The Animal Rescue Site
As I used to work with NGOs for children, I am partial to the Child Health Site and the LiteracySite. Nonetheless, I visit all 6 sites because it doesn’t require much effort for me to reach out and help good causes. They also have well-stocked shops/boutiques that are so much fun to visit. I’ve shopped from there a couple of times and it’s just a great way to do some shopping while still helping out wth a charity.

moving in

At last, I have made the decision to keep Blogger as my main journal. It does seem to have the features I was looking for and though I’ve found in WordPress. It definitely offers a bit more freedom than BraveJournal and Vox.

In time, I will probably stop posting over at BraveJournal altogether. Or use it as I used to treat Blogger – for keeping up with the BraveJournal community, and to post occasional updates.

I’m moving in getting settled. Blogger is no longer my transient home; I’m turning into a resident.

Polycystic ovary syndrome

I spent about 4 hours in and around the hospital this afternoon. It is yet another episode in the long drama that concerns my reproductive health.

Back in Junior year at college, I had unforgettable bloody experience while taking an exam for my Humanities I (literature) class. I stood up, or was about to, so I could turn in my blue book, when I realized that I was soaked in my own blood. It was my first class for the day and I had about 3 more to go. I waited until the room was almost empty before I stood up to leave. I used the backpack (which was conveniently red) to cover myself as much as possible, and then hurried off to the ladies’ room where I changed into a red shirt that helped cover me up a bit.

My dad took me to the campus that morning (1.5 hours earlier) and I had to ask him to skip work so he can pick me up and bring me back home again. At that time, his office was very near the University. I couldn’t possibly commute home, there was just so much blood.

That afternoon, at the doctor’s, I learned that I needed to take some form of hormone therapy and that I had to take my condition seriously if I wanted to have kids someday.

In 2002, barely a year after that episode, I had to see the doctor again. I think it was after bleeding for a long time. By that time, I was about to start my job at Asia ACTs. I saw a differnt OB-GYN (a much nicer one, I must add), and learned that I probably had PCOS. To accurately diagnose me, I had an ultrasound that left me a bit traumatized by the experience. Hehe.

I took contraceptive pills for three months, along with Metformin, and also tried my best to shed off some weight. All of that to address the PCOS.

Polycystic ovary syndrome (PCOS) is a common condition characterized by irregular menstrual periods, excess hair growth and obesity, though it can affect women in a variety of ways.

The exact cause of polycystic ovary syndrome is unknown, but the condition stems from a disruption in the monthly reproductive cycle. The name polycystic ovary syndrome comes from the appearance of the ovaries in some women with the disorder — large and studded with numerous cysts (polycystic).

Polycystic ovary syndrome affects about one in 10 women in the United States and is the leading cause of infertility in women. Early diagnosis and treatment of polycystic ovary syndrome can help reduce the risk of long-term complications, which include diabetes and heart disease.

– from the Mayo Clinic website (http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/polycystic-ovary-syndrome/DS00423/DSECTION=1)

After three cycles of the pills, and mats of Metformin (which happens to be for pre-diabetics, I think, and helps lower the blood sugar), I had another ultrasound that showed that the polycysts were still there. Unfortunately, I didn’t go back to see the doctor again.

Since then, I’ve been on and off various efforts to lose weight.

Today, 5.5 years later, I still have the same old problems.

Anyway, writing about this condition and my journey to ridding myself of it, is something that I intend to regularly post about from here on. Perhaps doing so will remind me more of how I should regularly consult with my doctor to be sure that I am getting better. It should also serve as motivation to take weight loss seriously.

As for why I was at the hospital today, that’s for another blog post. On the other hand, here’s photos of my very own ovaries. These are from the ultrasound I had just three weeks ago.

Ok, I don’t know what’s in there, but they said there are stll multiple cysts around both ovaries.

Happy 2008

Happy 2008!

I’ve updates over at here and here.
I also posted layouts I made for covers for the journals i put together and gave away as presents over the holidays. They are over at Multiply. Click on each cover to view credits. 🙂

Here’s to a year of more scrapping! 🙂


Thank you for coming by to visit 🙂

I’ve updated my Vox with some good news, while I ranted over at my BraveJournal regarding Erap’s pardon.

I have another post brewing regarding the Barangay level elections held today. Disappointingly, my uncle lost in this dirty race for Barangay Captain. I’m still thinking of what details to post about, I don’t want to be really too emotional about it but one can’t help but be. All I can say is that I can sleep tonight with the knowledge that we’re clean and we did our best to play it fair.

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