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Breast Cancer and Alcohol: the Connection

Rather than write about me today, I decided to do some research and pull up some facts on the connection between alcohol and breast cancer, since, again, the point of Dry July is to raise money for cancers (am I getting that point across? 😉 ).

Right off the tip, DuckDuckGo pulled up an article by the Susan G. Komen Foundation, which states in the very first paragraph, “A pooled analysis of data from 53 studies found for each alcoholic drink consumed per day, the relative risk of breast cancer increased by about seven percent. Women who had two to three alcoholic drinks per day had a 20 percent higher risk of breast cancer.” That’s a lot of percents! Most ‘normal drinkers’ will have a glass or two of wine nightly, and that 20% can add up quickly. Most ‘problem drinkers’ will jump down the rabbit hole and their percents are sky-high. It’s a miracle that I don’t have breast cancer, quite frankly. And I’m grateful beyond the tellin’.

berriesThis blog post pulls in information that states that, “For postmenopausal women even less than one drink a day was associated with up to a 30% increase in breast cancer mortality compared to non-drinkers.” Yikes. I’m heading in that direction, and a 30% increase is an increase I just don’t need, as I plan to live to be 110 and give my descendants a run for their money. 😉 I like how she mentions that one does not need to drink wine to get the benefits of Resveratrol – which, according to this article, you’d have to drink 1,000 litres of red wine daily to get, – and as for the atrial fibrillation, I know that there were many a nights when I woke to my heartbeat racing like a thoroughbred in the Kentucky Derby, and let me tell you, it’s one freaky, scary feeling when it doesn’t slow down no matter what you do.

Then I found a study that states no correlation in premenopausal women, but a definite one in post-menopausal women. Now one could conceivably think, “Yay, that means I’m ok!”, but the overwhelming body of research finds a correlation, regardless of age, between alcohol and breast cancer. Period (this raises the percentages more than in the Susan G. Komen article). So I’m with the woman in the blog mentioned above; stick with blueberries and grapes!

Breastcancer.org is full of all the latest info (as is Susan G. Komen); check them out. Educate yourself on this pervasive disease. And donate! The funds raised for the Avon 39 Walk to End Breast Cancer ALL go for breast cancer. All of it. Be a part of something wonderful and help!

And thank you. 🙂

©Pip Miller – July 2015


A Smack Upside the Head

…and gratitude. Extreme gratitude.

Images ©Osho Zen Tarot

You know that one friend you have, the one who lays down the law in such a way that it’s as if a thunderbolt when through you, completely changing how you look at things? The one that puts that final puzzle piece in the picture you knew was missing some thing, but you didn’t know what it was? I woke to an email from that friend today. Someone I’ve never met in person, and most likely never will due to where we both live. The one who may as well have smacked me upside the head with a frying pan, knocking some serious sense into me in the caring, no-holds-barred way she has when it’s needed.

Images ©Osho Zen Tarot

I have a tendency to get stuck in my own head, clinging to ways that may have supported me in the past, but definitely don’t any longer. I’ve always felt “less than” and compare myself to others all the time, whether in looks, success, possessions…all of it. It’s a trait I’ve tried to overcome, but it’s a difficult one, and having that trait tends to lead me to postpone the great life I know I can have, leaving me in a world of grey and doubt.

Images ©Osho Zen Tarot

Her guidance (and bluntness) was as if heaven sent, giving me the courage to be strong and trust myself (and the universe) more than I do, and most importantly, build your trust. Hopefully you will notice and appreciate the changes in me over time, and I will stand stronger, wiser, and more certain of myself than ever in the past. 🙂

Image ©Osho Zen Tarot

And you…you know who you are. This is my joy-filled message of love and gratitude for the amazing, wonderful internet that brought us together and the healing you bring to my life. 🙂

©Pip Miller – September 2014



Wow, I can’t believe I haven’t posted since September!  So much has changed, and I’ve needed the time to get used to it.

Biggest change is that I have a “real” job now!  Full-time, great pay, great people, close to home.  On the other hand, my time for doing healing work has lessened greatly and I must admit, I miss it terribly.  I also miss being home, believe it or not!  Today the ravens are finally back in full force in the neighborhood, and I just want to sit outside, sent light, and watch them dance in the sky.  Instead, I’m off to work soon.

Talk about a lesson in gratitude, eh? 🙂

BTW, the tree that the ravens & crows used to perch in (as well as the hummingbirds) is gone. 😦  It was dead and every time the wind blew, branches were falling off.  I cried when they cut it down because I knew it meant a change in the birds’ patterns and I was worried about where they would land now and if I could still watch them. The ravens & crows have chosen my other neighbor’s tree, which I love, but it’s much harder to see them.  Still they are there and I love it.  Aside…a ‘murder’ of crows *really* should be renamed a ‘cacophony’ of crows. *L*

©Pip Miller

This job has me immersed in a way of life that is of a culture not mine, and part of me is ready to just sink in, but there is a bigger part of me telling me it’s not the right path for me…most especially the nutrition aspect of it.  So right now I am navigating the waters of my soul, picking my way through all that I have access to and feeling my way along to what nourishes me.  Nourish.  That was my word for this year, and it honestly never became much of a focus until recently.  I think I may keep it for my word next year, too.  Suddenly it means so much to me, in ways I can’t begin to describe or even coherently put my finger on.

Am I making any sense?  I’m listening to the birds, watching the clock, trying to decide what to wear today (my least favorite part of having a job), and putting my thoughts into word here.  I have a feeling I’m multi-tasking a bit too much. 😉

©Pip Miller – November 2013