kidney stones


lithotripsy – stone breaking
endoscopy – treating stones by using small cameras that can be placed via penis or women’s pee hole (urethra) and can be moved all the way up to the kidney to see the stone and break it with a small laser
percutaneous treatment – treatment of stones by entering the kidney through a small cut in the back that tunnels directly into the kidney


kidney stones


lithotripsy – stone breaking
endoscopy – treating stones by using small cameras that can be placed via penis or women’s pee hole (urethra) and can be moved all the way up to the kidney to see the stone and break it with a small laser
percutaneous treatment – treatment of stones by entering the kidney through a small cut in the back that tunnels directly into the kidney



Pounding head, burning throat and a runny nose including more cognate factors like fever, vomiting, diarrhea and multiple type of aches are telling you, it’s more than seasonal flu. Now, it’s assuredly arduous to label the condition as Seasonal Influenza or Swine fluviral attack!

The number of swine flu victims increased to 6 in the provincial capital of Punjab. 47- year old victim, Sohail, was the resident of Multan Road, Lahore. After the swine flu attack, he was admitted in a private hospital for four consecutive days. National Institute of Health Islamabad corroborated the presence of virus in his blood sample.

According to a report, Lahore, Multan and Rawalpindi are the top affected cities in Pakistan. Punjab Health department claimed that, there is scarcity of Swine flu medicine in the province. Due to this, the dengue wards of hospitals have been converted into swine flu ward. The total number of swine flu victims has reached to 105 and the death rate has risen to 20. There were only 10 cases of swine flu reported in 2014 with the mortality rate of 5. India has been the victim of this epidemic since 2013. There were about 13,000 cases with the mortality rate of 444. 1000 people died and 20,000 were affected by H1N1 virus in India in 2014.

The worst thing cognate to Swine flu pandemic is that, it would take on the comportment of the seasonal flu. In most cases it may take on the behavior of mild influenza like illness. So, it is all-important to get oneself examined at the initial stage. Swine flu virus originated in pigs. In Muslim countries, there is no such source of virus; the only source here is those who come from abroad.

It keeps on spreading regardless of age and gender difference but the children below 5 years and people above 65 are at higher jeopardy. Sneezing, coughing and having contacts with the bodily fluids of affected humans provide the spread-mediums to this virus. Haplessly, being a developing country we are lacking in major medical and technical facilities and in a situation like this the elevation in mortality rate is authentically alarming.

According to Professor Robert Booy, head of clinical research at the National Centre for Immunization Research & Surveillance in Australia, says that “despite of the immensely colossal symptoms, the two viral attacks have some key differences”.

– “HIN1 causes remotely more vomiting and diarrhea than seasonal flu. Seasonal flu attacks might give 10% vomiting cases of children whereas swine flu gave 30% vomiting cases in children.”

– “Seasonal flu customarily affects the adults whereas Swine flu virus affects mostly children of age less than 5 and people of age more than 65.”

– The incubation period for Swine flu virus is 7-10 days which is much longer than seasonal influenza virus.
Some fatal complications cognate to Swine flu are Pneumonia, Respiratory failure, some chronic diseases including cardiovascular, neurological diseases and asthma.

Treatment and Prevention of Swine flu

Yearly, flu vaccination is the only best solution. Other precautions may include;

– Stay home if you are ill.
– Avoid crowded places when swine flu is prevalent.
– Frequently wash your hands with a hand sanitizer.
– Try eschewing close contacts with ill people.
– Most importantly, discard your tissues opportunely.
– Avoid physically contacting your nose, eyes and mouth during common symptoms of flu.

Heart transplant helps Raisin Township woman return to more normal life

  • " 'Thank you' is not enough," Paula Deitz of Raisin Township says of the heart transplant she received on Dec. 9.Telegram photo by Vicki Schmucker lenconnect_com |

    ” ‘Thank you’ is not enough,” Paula Deitz of Raisin Township says of the heart transplant she received on Dec. 9. Dietz is holding a decoration that will be used in a bowling tournament fundraiser at Ten Pin Alley & Big Mike’s in Tecumseh on Saturday, Feb. 20.

  • If you go

    WHAT: Bowl-A-Thon fundraiser for Paula Dietz
    WHERE: Ten Pin Alley and Big Mike’s, 5621 S. Occidental Highway, Tecumseh
    WHEN: 2 to 5 p.m. Saturday, Feb. 20

    Daily Telegram Special Writer
  • Posted Feb. 14, 2016 at 1:00 PM


    At first, Paula Dietz thought she was having a gallbladder attack.

    But then a series of tests revealed that the abdominal pain, shortness of breath, swelling and palpitations she experienced had nothing to do with her gallbladder at all — it was her heart. She had non-ischemic viral cardiomyo- pathy, a condition that weakens the heart to the point where it cannot pump blood properly.

    A range of factors can cause cardiomyopathy. In Dietz’s case, as the word “viral” indicates, it’s believed to have been caused by a virus that attacked the heart muscle.

    After her June 2014 diagnosis, Dietz was put on medication, including diuretics that caused her to shed 20 pounds in retained fluid, and started a regimen of cardiac rehabilitation exercises at ProMedica Bixby Hospital. But her condition worsened, and a new echocardiogram revealed that whereas previously the left side of her heart was affected, now the right side was as well. “It felt like every day I was dying,” she said.

    Dietz’s only hope was a heart transplant, and she went on the transplant list the week of Thanksgiving 2015. Then, on Dec. 9, she received a call from the University of Michigan Health System to inform her a donor heart became available.

    “It was a miracle to get one so fast,” Dietz said, “and my heart was almost on its last legs.”

    Just four hours after she was taken into surgery, Dietz had her new heart. And 13 days of postoperative care later, she was back at her Black Highway home with her 8-year-old son, Dylan, and her mother there to help out.

    “We had the best Christmas,” she said. Because the family missed out on part of the Christmas season, they even left decorations up longer than usual so they could all enjoy them.

    Two months after her surgery, Dietz continues to work to regain her strength with the help of Bixby’s cardiac rehabilitation unit. “I have to give a shout-out to them,” she said.

    While she still gets short of breath, that’s a vast improvement over her pre-transplant days, when she couldn’t even stay awake for more than a couple of hours at a time. Before her transplant, too, her nose and extremities were always cold, and she couldn’t eat anything solid because her stomach couldn’t receive enough blood flow.

    “You don’t realize how sick you were until you start to feel better,” she said.

    Dietz, who previously worked as an X-ray technician in Chelsea and as a massage therapist, expects she may be able to work again in about a year. But while insurance took care of the transplant itself, the associated costs remain staggering. Just the medication she will need to be on to prevent her body from rejecting the heart will cost between $2,000 and $5,000 every month for the rest of her life



I Hate Valentine’s Day. A lot of people do. But I don’t hate it for any of the conventional reasons. As a former Hallmark employee and lifelong midwesterner, I find chalky candy hearts, pink plush puppies, and other kitschy garbage hard to resist. I’ve never spent V-Day alone weeping into a pint of ice cream while You’ve Got Mail plays in the background. In the past decade, I’ve never even been single on February 14.

Yet every year around this time, I’m invariably struck with borderline-debilitating despair that lingers just long enough to be terrifying. It starts with a dearth of motivation, followed by a series of damning self-defeating comparisons: suddenly, I feel like more of a failure than usual and I’m overly focused on how much harder everyone else works, how much more talented and bright they are, how they deserve to be loved so much more than I do. My eyes get crusty from nightlong crying jags and the world seems to move at a creep. My thoughts grow more and more negative until everyday conscious existence becomes painful.

Then I catch sight of a display of heart-shaped chocolates in a CVS and remember why I’m such a wreck. It’s my annual Valentine’s Day depression, and it’s my stupid dead dad’s fault.

My first real Valentine’s Day was in 2007, when I was a college freshman. I spent the evening with my then-boyfriend, a goofy white dude in a too-tight Dr. Dre T-shirt. He took me to a “fancy” outdoor mall, where we ate pommes frites on the patio of a French restaurant. We smuggled beer into a massive arcade and spent hours slamming our feet on Dance Dance Revolution game pads. Back at the dorm, he led me down a trail of construction paper hearts into his room, where a massive stuffed gorilla sat holding an $8 bottle of champagne. The gorilla’s stomach was embroidered with the words love is a jungle. I was smitten. We made out and I studiously ignored the ceaseless vibration of my cell phone.

When I finally looked three hours later, I had dozens of missed calls and one life-changing voice mail. Unbeknownst to me, my dad had been missing from his job for several days. That afternoon police had gone to his home and discovered his body.

Every February, my mind invariably dispatches me on an endless game of neurosis whack-a-mole. I am a failure. A fuck-up. Pathetic. Unlovable. If one reason for self-loathing goes away, another pops up, just as ugly and large.

I don’t know if I’m the mallet in this metaphor, or if I’m the moles.

At the time my dad died, we hadn’t spoken in more than two years. He’d disowned me following a particularly vicious fight, after which I changed my last name and cut off contact. But death thrust him back into my life. There were relatives to call, debts to settle, a funeral to arrange, an autopsy to request. There would be looming, unanswerable questions about his unchecked diabetes, his mental state, and the tubes of unused insulin lying around his home, but I didn’t know any of that yet. I just knew he was dead and had been for days.

My boyfriend suggested popping the champagne. We sat on the edge of his bed drinking until I couldn’t sit up anymore. Sobs violently wracked my body until I passed out. At 8 AM I got up and went to work. I didn’t take a single day off. I didn’t tell anyone.

From then on, I swore off celebrating Valentine’s Day. I pretended to be vehemently against consumerism. I got into open relationships and claimed to loathe romance. I moved to Chicago alone and sat in a dark studio working on my master’s thesis. I slammed my head against the drywall, wailing, scared of how sad I was.

At the time of his death, my dad hadn’t tested his blood sugar in more than three years. My sister observed he had many “cheat days,” during which his apartment was brimming with cookie cakes, cheesy bread, Flamin’ Hot Cheetos, and Pepsi. He smoked all day long, never wore a seat belt, and frequently said he’d be dead by age 50. He was correct.

Despite his penchant for self-harm, he’d always been fervently anti-suicide. The first time he brought up the topic was when I was 13, in response to an episode of TV show, probably one of the crime procedurals he’d devotedly watch, a two-liter bottle of Pepsi in hand. “I’d never do that,” he yelled at the screen. “It’s disgusting. I’d never even consider it.”

I didn’t believe him but knew better than to argue.

A few Februarys ago, I traveled to Austin with my current boyfriend. We went out for an expensive meal and I exploded into psychotic weeping at the table. I shook and was nonverbal as we walked three miles across the city to our hotel. I wanted to explain the outburst, but saying “I hate myself and don’t want to exist” didn’t seem particularly helpful.

I spent the night sitting on the floor sniffling and eating chocolate armadillos (a Texas delicacy), glad not to be alone, afraid what would’ve happened if I was.

I can’t know for certain that my dad died on purpose. But I’ve felt the panicky self-hatred he used to radiate; I’ve heard the frustrated cadence of his voice in mine. I can project my saddest self into his position, imagine what I’d do if I were older, divorced, disowned, and out of hope. I can imagine the choice I’d make in that situation, and presume he chose the same.

My dad’s home after his death was littered with dozens of therapists’ business cards, all with different names, addresses, and logos, printed on various types of card stock. They spilled from drawers and pockets, peeked out from underneath mugs, pizza boxes, and the phone.

He was trying to get help. Or he was considering it.

I signed up for a mental illness support group. I was too mentally ill to show up. Something about that cracked me up. I remember being on the phone with the therapist, making up excuses for my absence, laughing at myself.

I found live literary events less threatening than therapy. For months I sat silently in crowded bars and cafes, glad not to be alone. A year passed and I was actively participating, reading and performing my own written words. I developed a voice, and stopped hearing my dad’s caught in my throat.

My dad didn’t live long enough to get better, but I did. It only took me nine Valentine’s Days.

Last year I spent Valentine’s Day eating popcorn shrimp and drinking Bloody Marys at Fireside Lounge with my boyfriend. We stumbled home over mounds of dingy snow, napped, and watched Star Trek. He went off to perform in a show and I sat alone in the dark, writing. There were no flowers, candy hearts, stuffed gorillas, or thoughts of my father. I didn’t cry even once.

8 Celebrities Who’ve Struggled With Lyme Disease

What is Lyme disease?

by Alison Mango

Lyme disease is an infection caused by the bacteria Borrelia burgdorferi and is transmitted by deer ticks. About 70% to 80% of people develop a telltale “bulls-eye rash“, and if they do, antibiotics can cure the infection. Left untreated, however, it can cause symptoms that are notoriously tricky to diagnose and treat: fatigue, body aches, joint pain, eye inflammation, and even neurological problems. Lyme-transmitting ticks are found in nearly half of the all the counties in the U.S. and Lyme affects at least 300,000 people annually, according to the CDC—and celebs are no stran

ger to the disease.

Avril Lavigne

Singer Avril Lavigne was diagnosed with Lyme disease in 2014 after suffering from bouts of extreme exhaustion. In an interview with People in April 2015, Lavigne said that she’d been lethargic and bedridden for five months. “I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t talk and I couldn’t move,” she said in the interview. “I thought I was dying.”

In a later interview with Good Morning America, Lavigne spoke more about her battle with the disease. “I’d wake up and have night sweats and I felt like I had the flu,” she said. “This went on and off for a month.” After seeing numerous specialists who misdiagnosed her, the singer ultimately found a Lyme disease specialist and is expected to make a full recovery.

Yolanda Foster

The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills star was first diagnosed with Lyme neuroborreliosis, or Lyme disease with neurological complications, in 2012, according to Foster has been open about her ongoing struggle with the disease. In an emotional blog post on in January 2015, Foster wrote that she had gotten to “a 60% recovery” before relapsing. “I have lost the ability to read, write, or even watch TV, because I can’t process information or any stimulation for that matter,” Foster said in the post. “It feels like someone came in and confiscated my brain and tied my hands behind my back just to see life go by without me participating in it.”

Foster addressed her illness again on an episode of Watch What Happens Live. “It’s been a long journey… every day I wake up trying to figure out how to get over this,” she said. “The most frustrating part of this disease is that you look so normal from the outside.”

Daryl Hall

Daryl Hall—who you probably know as one half of the band Hall & Oates—was diagnosed with Lyme disease in 2005. “I’ve lived in the country for many, many years—in the New York/Connecticut border; it’s a hotbed for deer and other wildlife animals,” he said in a 2011 interview with Healthline. Hall’s wife and two stepchildren also suffer from the disease.

Before he first went to the doctor, Hall experienced a wide range of symptoms, from fevers to muscle stiffness and tremors. “I used to think I had allergies, because I used to feel feverish,” he said. “And then one day I got a really high fever, my neck stiffened up, I had all kinds of aches and pains and I got really bad tremors.” The musician’s symptoms were so excruciating that he was forced to cancel an upcoming tour and focus on his treatment.

Amy Tan

The American novelist and author of the bestselling book The Joy Luck Club suffers from chronic Lyme disease, or late-stage neuroborreliosis. On her website, Tan said that she’s had the disease since 1999. “I passed off my early symptoms as stress and too many airplane rides with little sleep,” she wrote. “I had an accumulating array of discomforts—a stiff neck, insomnia, a constant headache, and a bad back followed by a frozen shoulder.”

In a 2013 op-ed in The New York Times, Tan described how she suffered through Lyme disease symptoms without a proper diagnosis or treatment for four years. “I was plagued by a variety of ailments that didn’t quite fit any one disease,” she wrote. “I suffered joint pain, head and muscle aches, insomnia, a racing heart, a gagging sensitivity to smells, constant nausea and exhaustion, plunging blood sugar, seizures and an obsession with my unknown illness.”

Alec Baldwin

Though actor Alec Baldwin has been less vocal about his Lyme disease diagnosis, he referenced his chronic battle with the disease in a 2011 interview with The New York Times. “At the same time of year, I get really tired,” he said.

Rebecca Wells

The bestselling author of Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood revealed in a 2009 interview with that she had been diagnosed with chronic neurological Lyme disease five years earlier after falling ill while touring for her book. “I had what I thought was chronic bronchitis—just a cold that wouldn’t go away. By the time the movie came out, I was falling down sick,” she said. Wells’s doctors believe she originally contracted the disease 12 years before her diagnosis, which gave it time to spread to her neurological system.

Wells said that her symptoms were continuously misdiagnosed. After seeing numerous doctors, she finally consulted an environmental medicine doctor, who gave her the Lyme diagnosis. “What having Lyme has continued to teach me is that even when you can’t see it, there’s hope,” she says. “I reached a point when I didn’t think there was any hope. My doctor said to me that there is always hope, you just have to reach for it.”

Jamie-Lynn Sigler

The former The Sopranos and Entourage star contracted Lyme disease while filming a movie in rural New Jersey. Luckily, Sigler is an example of successful treatment after early detection: the actress first noticed a tingling sensation in her feet and shortly after, she experienced paralysis of her legs. After spending five days in a hospital, doctors diagnosed her with Lyme disease and she was given antibiotic treatment, which was effective in combating the disease.

“It was such a life-altering experience,” Sigler said in a 2001 interview with the New Jersey Star-Ledger. “I realized it could all be taken away in a moment. It’s hard to explain, when you sit there and can’t move anything.”

Bella Hadid and Anwar Hadid

At the Global Lyme Alliance inaugural gala in October 2015, Yolanda Foster revealed that two of her three children, Anwar and Bella Hadid, also have Lyme disease. A month after the gala, Bella Hadid spoke to the British magazine Evening Standard about her 2012 diagnosis: “I stopped driving because I kept crashing, because my brain just stopped working,” she said. “I was exhausted all the time. It affected my memory so I suddenly wouldn’t remember how to drive to Santa Monica from Malibu where I lived.” Hadid said she still has Lyme disease and has suffered excruciating pain in her back for three years.


Low B12 Seen in Aging, Autism and Schizophrenia


The brains of the elderly and younger people with autism and schizophrenia may share a common link: Both have low levels of vitamin B12, researchers say.

The facts that blood levels of B12 do not always mirror brain levels of the vitamin, and that brain levels decrease more over the years than blood levels, may imply that various types of neurological diseases — such as old-age dementia and the disorders of autism and schizophrenia — could be related to poor uptake of vitamin B12 from the blood into the brain, the scientists said.

The findings, reported last month in the journal PLOS ONE, support an emerging theory that the human brain uses vitamin B12 in a tightly regulated manner to control gene expression and to spur neurological development at key points during life, from the brain’s high-growth periods during fetal development and early childhood, through the refining of neural networks in adolescence, and then into middle and old age.

Vitamin B12, also called cobalamin, plays a crucial role in blood formation and the normal functioning of the nervous system. The vitamin is found in foods derived from animal sources, although some plant-based foods can be fortified with B12. [6 Foods That Are Good For Your Brain]

In the new study, scientists led by Richard Deth, a professor of pharmacology at Nova Southeastern University in Fort Lauderdale, Florida, examined the brains of more than 60 deceased individuals, ranging in age from a fetus in a late stage of gestation to 80 years. The study included 12 people who had autism and nine with schizophrenia.

This is the first study to compare the levels of vitamin B12 in the brain across the human lifetime, Deth told Live Science. The vitamin B12 levels in the brain were 10 times lower in the oldest people compared with the youngest, reflecting a gradual, natural, and consistent decline over the years.

For the elderly, this decline might not be a bad thing. Lower levels at advanced ages may offer some degree of brain protection by slowing cellular reactions and the production of DNA-damaging chemicals called free radicals, Deth said. In previous work with his colleague Yiting Zhang of Northeastern University in Boston, Deth found that the body’s creation of biologically active forms of vitamin B12 produces free radicals as a waste product.

But levels of B12 that are too low can be detrimental. “At some point, an extreme decrease in metabolism…is not compatible with cell survival,” Deth said. Similarly, lower vitamin B12 levels can have negative consequences for people of younger ages, as the brain is still developing. Deth’s group found that the levels of vitamin B12 in the brains of young people with autism and in middle-age people with schizophrenia were about one-third of the levels found in similarly aged people who did not have these neurological conditions.

The people in the study with autism, who were all under age 10, had levels similar to those found in a 57-year-old. It’s not clear what these low levels imply, but the uptake of too little B12 might hinder the brain’s ability to establish important neural connections between regions, Deth said.

Those with schizophrenia, all between ages 36 and 49, had levels similar to those found in a 72-year-old. Although their brains were mature by this age, the below-normal level may have manifested itself during adolescence, when the seeds of schizophrenia are thought to take root. But even in middle age, the lower levels may contribute to a loss of previously normal function, Deth said.

Daniel Smith, a neurologist and vice president of innovative technology at Autism Speaks, an autism advocacy group based in New York that sponsors autism research, who was not involved in this research, said the study was interesting and worth pursuing further. However, he noted that the study remains speculative in its hypothesis that vitamin B12 deficiencies at a cellular level lead to changes associated with the autism spectrum of brain traits.

Numerous studies have searched for an association between vitamin deficiencies and neurological disorders. There has been no definitive study, however, indicating that autism and schizophrenia can be caused by a deficiency or treated through vitamin supplementation.

In fact, a study published last year in the Journal of the Academy of Nutrition and Dietetic found that few children with autism benefit from vitamin supplements and may be at risk for overdosing.

Follow Christopher Wanjek @wanjek for daily tweets on health and science with a humorous edge. Wanjek is the author of “Food at Work” and “Bad Medicine.” His column, Bad Medicine, appears regularly on Live Science.


February is American Heart Month

Studies have shown that consuming nuts lowers the risk of coronary heart disease

Nuts consumed in reasonable quantities are not fattening

Famous Hollywood actor suffering from HIV

Famous Hollywood actor suffering from HIV |

LONDON: Famous Hollywood star has reportedly been diagnosed with HIV, but is allegedly unwilling to publicly confirm the news, learnt from The Telegraph.

The paper reported “a US showbiz insider” as saying: “It has now become common knowledge that this star is HIV positive, something he has known for a number of years.

“His lawyers are bracing for the threat of potential action. The reality is that if he’s knowingly put women at risk then that’s disgusting and it’s only a matter of time before that becomes public.”

Earlier, Rock Hudson was the first Hollywood star to die from the virus, when it developed into Aids. Freddie Mercury, the Queen frontman, only announced he was suffering from the illness 24 hours before his death, in 1991.