Opinions

I was told when I began my chemotherapy regimen that I would “probably” lose my hair. Two weeks to the day after my first treatment, I lost all my hair in about one hour! It’s been a month or so now, and I’m still surprised every time I see myself in a mirror or store window.

For my age, 78, I still had a a lot of hair – no indication of any receding hairline or bald spot. Silver colored, wavy. Lots of hair. Then, all of a sudden, Kojak or Daddy Warbucks! And because my pate has not been exposed to the sun, it’s shiny white.

I went to the Wayland Academy Alumni Reunion weekend festivities, and many of my former students didn’t recognize me. It’s such a remarkable difference in my appearance.

At a recent Alumni Weekend at Wayland Academy where I taught for 24 years, I talked to a former student whose hometown was Battle Creek, Michigan. When you think of Battle Creek, what comes to mind? Kellogg’s cereals, right?

Yeah, well, me, too. But Battle Creek conjures up a much bigger picture than just breakfast cereal. For me, it causes me to recollect a camping trip which our family took when our kids were little – ages approximately 7 to 2, I suppose.

Reading is both a blessing and a curse – once you learn to read, you can’t not read. Yeah, I know, that’s a double negative, but it’s a deliberate one!

Cereal boxes, roadside billboards, graffiti, wherever the printed words are, we read them. They might not totally register, but somehow the message becomes embedded.

For instance, 15 years or so ago, there was a great Chinese restaurant in Beaver Dam called China Palace. They had great place mats revealing the Chinese zodiac, and every time we went there, I’d read the place mat again.

It wasn’t because I was particularly interested in the Chinese zodiac, but because the words were there. And besides, why wouldn’t I want to reinforce the idea that my sign, the rabbit, represents? “Luckiest of all signs, you are also talented and articulate. Affectionate, yet shy, you seek peace throughout your life.”

To the editor:

The story in the Sept. 28 Press-Gazette headlined “State eases housing rules” adds another chapter of shame on the current Wisconsin Legislature.

Obviously an ordinance enacted by the village of Ashwaubenon to address a local issue “gored the bull” of some unknown deep-pocketed interests. The result is what we have come to expect from the party that currently controls the Legislature — a last-minute, middle-of-the-night provision slipped into the must-pass budget bill through what is called a 999 motion.

Citizens can’t even hold the sponsoring legislators accountable because they don’t have to have the intestinal fortitude to attach their names to the provision. That, plus its inclusion in a budget bill inserted too late for public hearings or constituent reaction, is the opposite of open and transparent democracy.

I recently read an article about how pickles might be a cancer-causing food. Pickled cucumbers, pickled beets, pickled cabbage. I like those things.

The article said “Chinese studies have shown that populations which suffer a certain esophageal cancer also depend on fermented veggies for long periods each year. Scientists have linked the cancer to a fungi used in the fermentation process, and a 2009 review of such studies found that the regular consumption of pickled veggies doubles the risk for this form of cancer.”

When I go in for my chemo infusions, the nurses put on what look like bio-hazard suits when they’re dealing with the chemicals they’re running into my arm. Do I have to put on such a suit when I open a jar of my favorite pickles?

To the editor:

My husband and I would like to thank all who helped our store, Gillett Handiworks, with our participation in the cause of Click for Babies. Because of your time and generosity, we were not only able to donate money to the Wisconsin representative of Click for Babies, but were also able to send 200 purple hats for newborns in Wisconsin hospitals.

Click for Babies is present throughout North America. The ultimate goal is to help prevent shaken baby syndrome. The purple hats remind the new caregivers of what they learn in educational materials about crying patterns in babies and how to cope with them. It is called Click for Babies because of the clicking sounds the knitting needles and crochet hooks can make as they are being used in projects.

Thank you again for helping us make a difference in the lives of those babies and their families.

Wendy and Pete Vorpahl,

Gillett Handiworks LLC,

Gillett

I have scars on my left thumb and index finger that I got from “whittling” when I was a little kid. My Grandpa Thompson had given me a very sharp jackknife and told me to be really careful with it. (I still have the knife in a drawer in the bedroom.)

I loved to whittle and to make whistles from green branches of box elder trees. Most of my whittling existed of creating “spears” or “arrows.” There was nothing very creative about my efforts. But then Grandpa suggested I should try carving from a bar of soap. He said there was nothing wasteful about it because we could use the shavings for washing our hands. Thus began an interest in carving that lay dormant until after I retired many years later.

There is an artistic side to my character. I like to draw. I loved cartooning, and I had always thought I’d like to paint after I retired, so I took a one-day class in watercolor painting. I loved it. I bought paints and brushes and all kinds of supplies.

Sometimes I think I have a great idea and I sit down to write, and the more I write, the more I think, “Boy , this sounds familiar.” So I go back into the computer where the last 800 or so columns are stored, and do a search, and sure enough, I’ve written this before, and almost exactly the same.

That happened one day last week when I started to write about building fences when I was a kid on the farm. I found out that I’d written about that topic several years ago. So I abandoned that idea and went sorting through the minutia that’s stashed away in my gray matter in search of another one, and sure enough, I came across a different approach – still about fencing, but another kind.

Six adults packed into an SUV, heading for a fish fry on a Friday evening, and somebody in the third row yells, “Are we there yet?”

My mind goes into fast rewind to when our kids were little and we’d take trips, two adults and five little ones packed into our station wagon. Maybe we’re on our way to visit grandparents or we’re pulling a two-wheeled trailer with our camping gear heading for a campground. Almost invariably, we’d get that “Are we there yet?” question a number of times before we reached our destination.

Things were different then. Cars were not equipped with DVD players and kids didn’t have hand-held game devices to keep them from being bored. We’d load in a few comic books, coloring books and crayons, and toys, but that never seemed to be enough to keep them distracted for very long.

This letter is submitted on behalf of the Wisconsin Dental Association and its more than 3,000 member dentists and dental hygienists statewide who are committed to quality oral health care.

It has come to our attention that Oconto Falls is discontinuing fluoridating its local water system. The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention have proclaimed fluoridation one of the most significant public health advances of the 20th century and one of the safest, most cost-effective ways to improve overall oral health.

We regret the numerous inaccuracies reported in a local television report. Neither dental health experts nor the WDA were contacted for comment. The facts are as follow:

– Community water fluoridation is safe. It’s the same as adding vitamin D to milk.

– Community water fluoridation is effective. Drinking fluoridated water reduces tooth decay over a lifetime by 25 percent.