Sunday, January 3, 2010

How to Raise a Drug-Free Kid - A Book Review by Anuschka

The title states 'The straight dope for parents..... What kids don't reveal..... What parents need to know'
by Joseph A. Califano

I have two girls ages 10 and 11... why I even picked up this book... I do not know.... instinct I suppose... or divine intervention?
 The book starts out by saying the earlier, you as a parent engage, influence, teach, encourage, correct and support your children they can develop the will and skills to say no to tobacco, alcohol, and other drugs. Parent Power is the MOST effective instrument in the substance-abuse-prevention toolbox.

"Communication doesn't start when your child is seventeen; it should start when your child is three. So by the time that your child is seventeen, there's a pattern of communication that has hopefully been going on for some time." Dr.Ross Brower, deputy medical director of the adolescent development Program, Weill Cornell Medical College


 It's so easy to wait to talk to your kids about this stuff.... you want to protect them for as long as you can from the world and all the awful stuff that goes on in it. I had to start early... I couldn't prevent it... I couldn't hold it off.
"Why is Oma acting funny?"
How do you tell a 4 year old, that her grandmother abuses alcohol? They know something is wrong... they see it..... My husband and I were honest... but not too detailed... they were only 4 and 5 years old.
"Oma has had too much wine."
 Next time my spouse and I had a glass of wine with dinner, my eldest said, "Don't drink wine... we don't want you drunk." She was afraid we were going to act like Oma. We had to talk to our girls on adult like topics at a very young age. But now... that they are 10 and 11... they are stronger and wiser for it. Communication is a powerful tool and so is parent power.

The Nine Facets of Parental Engagement
1) Be there: Get involved in your children's lives and activities.
2) Open the lines of communication and keep them wide open.
3) Set a good example: Actions are more persuasive than words.
4) Set rules and expect your children to follow them.
5) Monitor your children's whereabouts.
6) Maintain family rituals such as eating dinner together.
7) Incorporate religious and spiritual practices into family life.
8) Get dad involved - and keep him engaged.
9) Engage the larger family of your children's friends, teachers, classmates, neighbours and community.


The book is easy to read, simple language... it has Three parts...14 chapters that divide and breakdown into sub-chapters.. starting with 'Prevent it.... Recognize it... Confront it'. Each chapter ends with a useful 'Parent tips' section.

The percentage of teens with friends who abuse prescription drugs:
age 12 - 10%
age 13 - 11%
age 14 - 16%
age 15 - 25%
age 16 - 30%
age 17 - 47%

 This is stuff you may have in your medicine cabinet.

"When my boys were teens and tweens, I brought home a drug test and set it on the kitchen counter. I told them that if I ever suspected any one of them of doing drugs, that I would not hesitate to test them. I told them it was not there to intimidate them, but to assure their privacy. I would test first before I began going through their things.
 A local drug-enforcement officer told me it was the wisest choice I could have made because it gave my sons a valid excuse to resist peer pressure. They could respond, "Hey , I can't try that because my mom rests us at home for drug use."
 Many of our friends and neighbours now use the same strategy."
Parent posting on CASA Parent Power discussion forum


Peer pressure is one of the main reasons teens begin to smoke, drink or use drugs. They want to be 'cool'.  This book will give you strategies to combat with teen peer pressure and give you the tools to effectively communicate these tips to your teens.

It states that ..... "Drug use has the potential to trigger certain mental illnesses in teens who have a genetic susceptibility (e.g., carry the DNA that contributes to such conditions). So, if there is a history of mental illness in your family, discuss it with your children when they're the appropriate age. Warn them about the added risk of substance use so that they can know how important it is for them to avoid it."

We have mental illness in our family.... an uncle who is bi-polar..... there may be a few more family members that can be categorized "Mental" but they have not yet been diagnosed. These are things I never would have thought to discuss with my girls. A lot of teenagers struggle with depression and many turn to substances to self-medicate. The signs of depression in a teenager.... Sadness or hopelessness, Irritability, anger or hostility, Tearfulness or frequent crying, withdrawal from friends and family, loss of interest in activities, inability to enjoy previously favoured activities, Unexplained changes in eating and sleeping habits..... the list goes on.... these can be  easily confused with normal teenage behavior changes and mood swings (especially girls). This book will help you differentiate between the normal and abnormal signs.

 It goes on to say that... "Families have the greatest influence on children- for better or worse. For parents who want to raise drug-free children, looking in the mirror is the crucial first step...... Parents are the number one influence, but they aren't the only ones in the family whose behavior children mimic. Other close relatives-siblings, cousins, uncles, grandparents, aunts, and even close family friends- can have a significant impact on your child's propensity to use tobacco, alcohol, or illegal drugs."


"Alcoholism devastated the Barrymore family. Patriarch John Barrymore was a great actor whose career was ruined by his drinking. His son, John Jr., followed in his father's foot steps; his acting career also collapsed due to his drug and alcohol use. John Jr.'s daughter, Drew, has been struggling to escape the same fate; she entered rehab at the age of 13, after drinking alcohol at the age of 9, smoking pot at the age of 10, and taking cocaine at the age of 12."


It states, if there is anyone in your family who has struggled with an addiction, your children may be at increased risk of substance abuse and addiction. Genetic as well as environmental factors can play a large role in the transmission of tobacco, alcohol, and drug addiction from one generation to the next. Too often we overlook or conceal the families history of substance abuse and we fail to warn the next generation.... because of shame. I know my family has.

This book has a chapter on the differences between boys and girls...... "Girls tend to use alcohol or drugs to improve their mood(i.e., to self-medicate), to increase their confidence, to reduce tension, to cope with problems, to lose their sexual and social inhibitions, or to be thin....... Your son is more likely than your daughter to turn to addictive substances to satisfy his sensation-seeking impulses, show off, or be cool."


This book also has a glossary at the back which describes what DXM is? What blue, china white, hillybilly heroin, hydro, kicker, norco, OC, oxy, OX, oxies, oxycotton, percs, vikes is? What are uppers? What are downers? What are the signs of use? What are the other names for ecstasy? What are the long term side effects? How is LSD used? How addictive is Meth?
 I love the way this author breaks everything down for you in an easy to use format. Although, I borrowed this book from our local library.... I believe it's a great reference book to have on your own bookshelf.... I give it 2 thumbs up!

Closer than you think......
 I live very close to a school.... almost every day we are there with the dog, and the kids..... playing slobber ball tag(this is where you try to touch a kid with the ball the dog just slobbered on),  soccer, or some other wild and wacky game.
 There is always so much garbage on the field... it's quite disgusting. The girls and I have taken garbage bags there and tried to clean up a bit every once in a while. Lately, they have been quite excited because someone keeps throwing their pop cans over the fence in this one particular spot. All they saw was a looney's worth of cans, lying on the ground, for the horse camp fund, this August. My husband saw something else when he and the girls brought the cans to the recycling. Drugs.... see below.



After drinking the pop... they put Meth? in it.. light it and inhale through the hole. This is left on a school grounds where kids play.





What can we do to stop this? Let's talk.




































Found out... the hole in the can is actually Pot.... 




Pop Cans 
If you find lots of empty soda 
cans in your child’s 
possession, don’t be alarmed.  However, pop cans 
bent around the sides with small holes punctured to 
smoke marijuana.  A can used to smoke «pot» usually 
has a pencil-sized hole in the bottom and may  carry 
the odor of  marijuana. 


What every parent should know about drug Paraphernalia


Thursday, December 24, 2009

Christmas Poetry

In the little village of Bethlehem
There lay a Child one day;
And the sky was bright with a holy light
O'er the place where Jesus lay.
'Twas a humble birthplace but O how much
God gave to us that day;
From the manger bed what a path has led,
What a perfect, holy way.
Alleluia! O how the angels sang
Alleluia! How it rang!
And the sky was bright with a holy light,
'Twas the birthday of a king.
Christmas Carol


God came to live with us so we could live with Him.

But God's own descent into flesh was meant
As a demonstration that the supreme merit
Lay in risking spirit in substantiation.....
Spirit enters flesh and for all it's worth
Charges into earth in birth after birth
Ever fresh and fresh
Robert Frost

cranberry sauce recipe

1 bag fresh cranberries
1/2 c white sugar
1/2 tsp nutmeg
2 c water
Place in a pot and bring to a boil. Once boiling reduce heat to a little simmer and let sit there until it is reduced to the thickness that you like your sauce at. About 1 hour.

I like this recipe cause it isn't to sweet!! MERRY CHRISTMAS

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Thank-you! Merry Christmas


A great big Thank-you and blessing to all the ladies of our coffee group and NorthRidge Church for helping us be the hands and feet of Jesus. North Ridge donated $1000.00 to our group to help in this out reach program. We were able to help 4 families with hampers, fresh baking from our group included, $200.00 for stockings, for the caring place, $500 went to Mount Crescent Elementary to help kids in need, and 5 shoe boxes for Samaritans Purse.
Thank-you to North Ridge for the financial support.
Thank-you to Krista, the leader and organizer of our little group.
Thank-you to Betty, Tamara, Deb, Debbie, Nicole.. I have been truly blessed to be able to have coffee with you ladies for the last 5 years.
A very Merry Christmas to you and your families. May next year bring more blessings. God Bless!

Sebaceous Cyst Violation!

Ephesians 4:26
When you are angry, do not sin, and be sure to stop being angry before the end of the day.

Psalm 4:4
When you are angry, do not sin. Think about these things quietly as you go to bed.

I was going to write an angry blog post, about my experience last Thursday. I was even going to write a letter to the local newspaper. I was angry. Then I read the above and I'm glad I waited a few days before writing this post. I'm still angry... but it's under control. Sort of.

Diary - Thursday December 17th, 2009
"I have been VIOLATED! I feel like I've been taken advantage of. Am I just another piece of meat? A number? I AM NOT A NUMBER! I am human. What the heck just happened to me? Could I have prevented it? Did it happen because I'm a quiet and shy person? Am I a door mat? .......
 I was unprepared...... If I had been prepared this wouldn't have happened to me today....

"Here's your robe." the medical administrator pulled a surgical green gown from a drawer, "The doctor will be with you shortly." She was gone by the time I thought to ask , "Why do I need a gown?"
I was there to get a cyst drained. My Doctor was on a leave of absence, and I met this doctor last Monday. He told me I had a sebaceous cyst that needed to be drained and he could do it there at the clinic. "No problem.... easy procedure." were his words. I didn't think to question it. I received no other information about the procedure. No pamphlet.... No "Do you have any questions about this procedure?" I pictured a needle sucking out the puss and that would be the end of it. I was naive and stupid.
 For the past 2 years I have had a pea sized lump under my left breast. It was now the size of 2 lima beans.
"You have to see a doctor!" my husband insisted. "Just to rule out cancer. Okay?" He was right, but I didn't like doctors. I haven't seen one since my youngest daughter was born. She'll be 10 this January. I don't like the way they rush through the appointments. They don't take the time to see why the ailment is happening.... what about prevention? They stick a band aid on the boo boo and call it a day. My mother was on heart medication for 7 years..... then she went to see another doctor who questioned why.... and there was absolutely nothing wrong with her heart. Never had been.
"Maybe they just don't want to get puss on my clothes?" I put the gown on with the ties at the front and wrapped it around me like a Monks robe. I left my pants on. I sat in the chair.... rebel that I am... I didn't want to lay on the bench just yet..... I picked up a Garden's West magazine and read calmly, because I  was oblivious to what lay ahead. If only, I had thought to Google 'Sebaceous Cyst Removal', I would have had a few days to prepare myself. Was it my responsibility to get the information for the procedure?
There I was casually reading a magazine as the doctor walked in.
 "Please lay down." I thought it odd....  he didn't say hello. Straight to business.
I lay on the small bed with my legs dangling from the knee down as he began the procedure. He placed a cloth around the area which acted as a curtain, preventing me from seeing what he was doing. He froze the area with 2 needles then left the room for 5 minutes. When he returned, he gave me one more needle, took a scalpel  and cut me open.
"Do you feel anything?" He asked.
"You ask me that after cutting me?" I thought to myself. "No." I whispered tensely. I didn't know what he was doing. Why did he cut me open? I should have brought someone with me. I panicked.
"Oh dear Lord, give me strength to face what ever it is I need to face with this procedure. Let it go and be the way it has to be." I prayed, "OWWWW!" The doctor just dug a little deeper.
"That hurt?" He questioned.
"Just a little pinch." I took a deep breath. He turned away and moved towards the cabinet. Opened the door and took out another needle and filled it with freezing liquid. I remember thinking it odd that he didn't change his gloves.
"Did he just touch those things in the cabinet with my blood on his fingers?" I closed my eyes. I prayed again. "Give this Doctor your wisdom Lord. Let him do his very best on me. I don't understand what's happening but I know I've got to trust that this is for a reason..... Is that my rib bone he's rubbing?" I panicked again. I started to chant, "Calm... Calm... Keep me calm... Oh God... Help me....I'm going to throw up.... keep me calm.... calm.... calm.... breath... in out... breath!" I forced myself to concentrate on something else.
"Wow... there's a lot of dust on that fan up there. They should dust the ceiling every once in a while. If it's dirty up there.... do you think they would clean well.... down here? What if the tools he's using are unclean? NO! Don't go there... Don't think that!" My heart beat faster and faster. He dug deeper and deeper. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Then he turned his head and coughed. I noticed he wasn't wearing a mask.
"This cough is terrible." then he continued digging.
"oh." I said weakly. Where was my strength? Why didn't I speak up?
He turned away and walked towards the cabinet again. He took a tissue, blew his nose, threw the tissue in the garbage and continued to take another needle and fill it with more freezing liquid.
"Ummm?" was all I could say. I was frozen, "This isn't really happening to me.... it's too surreal."
"Ummm?" I tried again, "will this take much longer?" my voice cracked.
"Deep... almost done." he said as he poked me with yet another needle. " deeper that I thought." he continued to probe for the elusive vesicle.
When the digging finally stopped, he walked once more to the cupboard opened the top door with his bloodied latex glove and took a few packages of sterile pads out of a box and walked back to me. He took a medicated gauze out of a package with a pair of tweezers and then grabbed the sterilized medicated gauze with the hand he blew his nose with and pushed it into the gaping hole he just made in me.
"This is a medicated pad to plug the wound..... The cyst is too deep to get out... so this will plug and draw up any more fluid from the cyst." He finished plugging up the hole and put a bandage over the 'wick'.
"I'd like to see you on Monday to check the wound." Then he was gone. I was stunned. It took me a few moments to collect myself.
"What just happened to me?" I felt like crying. I felt like throwing up. No one was there for me. Why would they be? It was supposed to be a simple procedure. "I'm cut open with a plug." Somehow I managed to get dressed, make an appointment for Monday and dropped off the library books.  As I closed the door to my van, and sat down in the drivers seat.... the flood gates opened. I lost control...
"Where do I go? What do I do?" I cried and prayed, " Do I need to change the dressing before Monday?  It's only Thursday now. Can I take a shower before Monday? Will the cyst grow back? What can I do to prevent infection? What do I do now?" as I drove home, I had a great urge to go see Deb, a RN nurse. We had been friends since her son and my eldest daughter were in kindergarten, and now her daughter and my youngest are BFF's. She is also a member of our coffee group (when she's not fixing boo boo's in the emergency ward). I felt human again, just at the thought of seeing her.... and a renewed strength filled my spirit. I was again in control.
She answered all my questions and then some.... The following day she freshened up my dressing (which was caked full with blackened blood.... and this was supposed to last till Monday?) Her bed side manner was impeccable.... we enjoyed a chat while drinking tea...It was wonderful.... now.... don't get me wrong.... I don't expect to have tea with the doctor next monday.... when he does.... well... I don't really know what he's going to do.... he never told me.... but what ever it is.... it won't be a chat and some tea.... However, my husband will be chaperoning me that day and I'll have a tea with him.

The internet is a great tool..... you can find anything about everything on there.... so... why would it be the doctor's responsibility to give the patient information, when I could see the whole procedure on You Tube and get more than enough answers to the questions I seek?  Was it my responsibility to find the answers? Is this the direction the Canadian Medical system is going? What if I'm not an information junkie? What if I don't use the computer every day? Do I fall through the cracks? How many people have fallen through the cracks? Why was the doctor too busy to ask 'Do you have any questions about this procedure?' Do they not have enough government funding to provide the doctors with assistants... or at least a change of gloves? Is it the fault of the clinic's management?.... not enough staff? These are questions the internet can't answer for me.
Too much was left unsaid, Thursday morning, in that consultation room. What happened was wrong.... from the doctor's lack of bed side manner, to his horrible sanitary practices.
 I was going to write an angry letter.... Then I spent some time with God this morning, and I read this:
"In the midst of our peaceful lives, something turns a key in our spirit and triggers the alarm. And our internal peace - not to mention the tranquillity of those around us - is interrupted by the disruptive force of our exploding emotions.
Sometimes anger appropriately calls our attention to an injustice that needs to be addressed, and we are spurred to righteous action. Most of the time, however, our anger is selfishly ignited by the violation of our expectations, rights, and privileges. In any case, it's important to know why the alarm is sounding and to respond in a godly way. But one thing is sure, anger was never intended to continue unchecked."

The things I experienced last Thursday morning needed to be said.... but not in anger. I do not wish to point fingers, only to educate to improve the system. I do have certain rights... I am a child of God after all and my body is a temple.... so I'm told. So how do I turn around and turn this bad into a good? By telling others.... the moral of this story? Be prepared... research and use wisdom in all the things you do..... and trust God......  stand up for yourself and speak up.... and always... always make sure you have a family member or a good friend you can trust..... one that works in the medical profession.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sebaceous_cyst
http://womenshealth.about.com/cs/dermatology/a/sebaceouscyst.htm

Monday, December 7, 2009

Error – Negative Input – Eject Immediately or Permanent Damage may Occur

Philippians 4:-7
Be full of joy in the Lord always.....be full of joy. Let everyone see that you are gentle and kind..... Do not worry about anything, but pray and ask God for everything you need, always giving thanks. And God's peace, which is so great we cannot understand it, will keep your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.


So.... we need to be full of joy and have a grateful heart, and not worry about anything?... always?WOW! Who here can do that? I can't.... at least not always. When there are no problems in life, I have no issues with being full of joy, grateful and with no worries. No problem! However, staying in that frame of mind is tough when not so nice things are happening around you. It takes a lot of self discipline to achieve that frame of mind when the kids are whining, the money is running out, the husband is grumbling, you've got the flu, the car won't start, you're grandmother died, the neighbour is complaining, the dog chewed up you're favourite slippers and now your feet are cold. Then Aunte Flow comes for her monthly visit just when you find some “alone” time to reconnect with you're spouse.
It's not so easy to be full of joy when these bad things in life come your way. Yet, God wishes us to be full of joy in the Lord, be grateful for everything, not to worry, but pray for everything you need. He is asking us, to take the first step towards trusting Him. If we can just trust Him in the midst of the trials in our lives... think of how strong we can be when life brings us blue skies and butterflies?
I've heard it said before, that God is a gentleman. He will not force Himself upon us. He wants us to take the first step toward Him. When He meets us ½ way, His peace, which surpasses all understanding, will be our blessing. We need to do some work for that peace though. We need to reach out and trust.


Philippians 4:8
Brothers and Sisters, think about the things that are good and worthy of praise. Think about the things that are true and honourable and right and pure and beautiful and respected.


God is asking us to concentrate on positive thoughts as opposed to negative ones. To re-train our minds to take a negative thought and turn it into a positive thought. We need to train our brains to look at things in a different light. We also need to be careful to what input comes into our minds....ie movies, people, T.V, Media, books... We need to choose wisely the things we download into our brains. The things we think about, focus on, and surround ourselves with will shape the people we become.


Proverbs 23:7
As he thinks in his heart, so is he.


We have the deciding vote as to who and what we allow to influence us. Positive software only please. Error – Negative Input – Eject Immediately or permanent damage can occur.


Our spirit is like a clogged drain when offence and bad thoughts enter. We need to clean out the pipes. Air fresheners don't help.
Joyce Meyers


1 Thessalonians 5:21-22
...but test everything. Keep what is good, and stay away from everything that is evil.


Lord, when the clouds and rain and storms come my way, don't let me forget about the Son. Amen


Well..... I'm off to get some Drano.... Cheers!  

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Celebrate Recovery

Psalm 26:2-3
Lord, try me and test me;
look closely into my heart and mind.
I see your love
and I live by your truth.

 It has come to my attention this past week or 2, that what you think isn't always the truth. I thought I was okay. I mean, I live in a kind manner. I pray. I take care of what I need to take care of... family, animals and household. I do all this with a smile on my face and no ill feelings.
However, God showed me this week that I have been at a standstill, stagnant. I have been melancholy, and in a funk. Why would he show me this? I don't know. Maybe, he wants me to grow?

We must ask God to "examine" our minds and hearts, and to point out our bad thoughts, attitudes and ways. Exposure is difficult and causes discomfort, but how else can we change and grow to becoming a better human being? Repentance is the hurt that leads to healing.

 I went recently to a Celebrate Recovery evening. I went there, not looking to help myself, but I went to see if there was information, so that I could help an alcoholic family member.
"Do you have any pamphlets for alcohol abuse?" I asked a lady who was putting away the brochures at the end of the evening. We had just finished our sharing time and she heard my story not 5 minutes earlier.
"Why?" she asked, "You are not an alcoholic."
"Yes... but my..."I started.
"This is for you." then she handed me a Codependency Brochure. I took it and shoved it in my purse after saying a hasty "Thank-you."
It's not me that has a problem. Although I know I am far from perfect. I DON'T HAVE A PROBLEM! I'm not an alcoholic. I don't take drugs. Nothing really bad has happened to me... no type of abuse or anything like that. I grew up in a very loving home. I have always followed the rules and I have never been drunk or caused any harm.  Then I read the Compliance Patterns of a Codependent.

* Assume responsibility for Others' feelings and behaviors.  (Does apologizing for someone else's rude behavior mean I do this?...... Alright.... check mark).

*Feel guilty about others' feelings and behaviors. (I guess I feel guilty if I have to apologize for it... Okay check mark).

*Have difficulty identifying what you are feeling. (Before I met God... definitely... not so much anymore).

*Are afraid of your own anger, yet sometimes erupt in rage. (I have in the past... not anymore. Just one minute....."GIRLS! STOP YOUR WHINNING I"M TRYING TO BLOG HERE! I Can't think with all that noise!..... Okay... I'm back, you know my sister just recently purchased a Wii and they have this sword fight dueling game in Wii Resort.. I whacked my sister right off the playing field and into the water... I loved it!..... okay... check mark).

*Worry about how others may respond to your feelings, opinions, and behavior. (This is the reason why I am so quiet.... It takes me years to speak out... that's why I write it all down.... check mark.)

*Have difficulty making decisions. ("So what do you want for dinner?" "I donno... what do you want?" ... okay ... check mark).

*Are afraid of being hurt and/or rejected by others. (I used to be... God is a big influence in my life now that I don't fear anymore).

* Minimize, alter or deny how you truly feel. ( Yes.... check mark... but I was aware of it and I am working on it).

*Are very sensitive to how others are feeling and feel the same. ( YES... check mark... working on it).

*Are afraid to express differing opinions or feelings. (Okay, okay, okay... Yes... YES YES! but only if it's okay with you? okay?... check mark).

*Value others opinions and feelings more than your own. (Yes... check mark).

* Put other people's needs and desires before your own. (Yes... check mark).

*Embarrassed to receive recognition and praise, or gifts. (Yes... check mark).

*Judge everything you think, say, or do harshly, as never "good enough". (Working on it... check mark).

*Are a perfectionist. (Does re-loading the dishwasher for optimum use mean....?.... Okay.. check mark).

*Are extremely loyal, remaining in harmful situations too long. (NO!... I don't do this... phew... 1 out of 20).

*Do not ask others to meet your needs or desires. (yes... check mark).

* Compromise your own values and integrity to avoid rejection or others' anger. (Yes I have backed away from certain conversations when I should have held my ground. I avoid conflict like the black plaque..... check mark).

 Jesus taught the value of the individual. He said we are to love others equal to ourselves, not more than ourselves.

I was in a funk these past 2 weeks because I was worried... I was seeking information on how I could help and change someone else's bad habits. I can't change my family member, but I can change myself. That lady at the table knew this. Codependency can be defined as an addiction to people, behaviors or things. I've got a lot to learn.
"Hi, I am a Codependent and I have a problem."

Celebrate Recovery Program

If you need more information on this program, or just want to talk with someone about it, please email deedsforneeds@yahoo.ca