First person: sleep apnea, will appear and Cancer

CBS reported that a new study connects with cancer sleep apnea. People with sleep apnea have interrupted breathing during sleep periods. The study shows that disturbed respiration can spread cancer. I have sleep apnea and use a machine of spontaneous breathing.

A study in mice shows that cancerous tumours grow faster in those with sleep apnea. The sleep apnea has been linked to heart problems, also. When the breathing stops, it can damage the heart. Heart rate and breathing slowly during the night, but in people with sleep apnea, also known as Obstructive sleep apnea or OSA, breathing stops completely.

The sleep apnea is characterized by the deep, heavy snoring. The rest is pock-marked with stop-start episodes in which they partially wake blows to catch his breath. The severity of the sleep apnea is measured by the number of separations of respiration, called "apnea". Breathing is restarted with an involuntary intake of breath. Babies and children with infant sleep apnea always restart their own breathing. The infant sleep apnea is particularly dangerous.

To get adequate rest, a person must move through the full cycle of sleep. In the first stage, sleep is the light and the sleeper is easily awake. In step 2, sleep becomes more deep and slow brain waves. Three stage is characterized by sleep deep and slow brain waves of delta.

The last step is REM (rapid eye movement). Sleepdex describes REM in this way: "breathing becomes more rapid, irregular and little deep, eyes quickly jerk and limb muscles are temporarily paralyzed. Brain waves this stage increase to levels experienced when a person is awake. Also, increased heart rate, blood pressure increases... "It is at a time when most dreams occur and, if awake during REM sleep, a person may remember dreams."

Normal adults spend 50 percent of sleep in scene two, 20 percent in REM and 30% in other cycles. Because people with sleep apnea are constantly restarting their breathing patterns, their sleep cycles are disturbed.

I was diagnosed with apnea sleep in 2009. My sleep studies revealed that I spent only five percent of my sleep in the sleep of step 2 or 3 deep. For each hour of sleep, I was getting only about five to ten minutes of actual rest. I buzzer and experienced constant intense dreams. I had a lot of apnea every night and often woke up feeling that I strangle me.

I started with a machine of spontaneous breathing (continuous Positive airway pressure). Since I have questions to allergy and sinus I breathe through my nose. My CPAP mask covers my mouth and nose. I also have a deviated septum which causes respiratory problems. In 2010, I had a septoplasty with turbinate reduction surgery to correct deviated septum.

Before surgery and using CPAP, I would fall asleep at the wheel, speak and interact with people. I could be in bed for 11 hours and always be exhausted. I couldn't do more than four hours without falling asleep. I have had frequent back pain, headaches and muscle problems. I was in constant pain. I took Paxil for depression.

Between the CPAP and septoplasty, I am now much better sleep. I wake up refreshed and not fall asleep all the time. I am less pain. I have stopped since taking Paxil and is no longer the depression experience. People told me that they hate their CPAP. I could not sleep without mine. If the sleep apnea cancer spreads and causes heart problems, it may have saved my life.

Marilisa Kinney Sachteleben wrote 22 years, parents of four children, K - 8, special needs, adult education and home-school for 25 years.

Elizabeth Gilbert to appear on Mondays with Marlo

Elizabeth Gilbert, who wrote the best-selling "eat, pray, Love", is back again. This time, she is filling readers about her relationship with love interest Felipe.

February 28, it converse you with Marlo Thomas on "Engaged" and answer the questions of relationship of our readers.

Send your questions for Elizabeth Gilbert at marlo@marlothomas.com by Wednesday, January 19, and you will be eligible to win one of five pricing packages including a copy of "Committed", plus a copy of the memory of Marlo, "growing up laughing".

To get a glimpse at the "committed", read the extract below:

An afternoon in the summer 2006, I found myself in a small village north of the Viet Nam, seated around a sooty kitchen fire with a number of women in the region which I spoke not, try to ask questions on the marriage of the language.

For several months already, I was traveling through the South East Asia with a man who would soon become my husband. I guess the traditional term for a person would be "engaged", but neither one of us has been very comfortable with this word, so we were not to use it. In fact, neither one of us has been very comfortable with the idea of marriage at all. Marriage was not something, we had already scheduled with the other, was not something — we wanted to. But providence had interfered with our plans, which was the reason for which we have now randomly wandering across the Viet Nam, Thailand, Laos, Cambodia and the Indonesia, while making efforts – even desperate - urgent to return to America and the sea.

The man in question had been my lover, my love, more than two years at the time, and in these pages I will call him Felipe. Felipe is a Brazilian gentleman kind, loving, 17 years my senior, that I had met on another journey (a real scheduled trip) that I had taken all over the world a few years earlier in an effort to repair a severely broken heart. Towards the end of these trips, I had met Felipe, who had lived quietly and alone in Bali over the years, his own heart broken nursing. This following was attraction, then a parade wedding slow and then, much to our mutual wonder of love.

Our resistance to the marriage, then, had nothing to do with the absence of love. On the contrary, Felipe and I loved each other without reserve. We were happy to make all kinds of promises to stay together faithfully forever. We had same juror loyalty throughout his life to another, although quite private. The problem was that both of us were the two survivors of bad divorces, and we had been so badly ravaged by our experiences the same idea of marriage - with anyone, even with these friendly people like others - we met with a heavy sense of terror.

Of course, as a general rule, most divorces are quite bad (Rebecca West noted that "divorce is almost always also happy and useful occupation as break very valuable China"), and our divorces were no exception. On the cosmic scale of 1 to 10 mighty Divorce wickedness (where a is equivalent to a separation amicable executed, and ten equals... Although, actual execution), I would probably rate my own divorce as something as a 7.5. No suicide or homicide had, but apart it, the break had been on as ugly a procedure two other riders people might eventually occur. And he was dragged more than two years.

In regards to Felipe, his first marriage (to an Australian woman, professional, intelligent) had ended almost a decade before that we met in Bali. His divorce took place quite graciously at the time, but lost his wife (and access to home and children and nearly two decades of history who came with him) had imposed on this man fit a legacy persistent sadnesswith special emphases on regret, isolation and economic anxiety.

Elizabeth Gilbert to appear on Mondays with Marlo

Elizabeth Gilbert, who wrote the best-selling "eat, pray, Love", is back again. This time, she is filling readers about her relationship with love interest Felipe.

February 28, it converse you with Marlo Thomas on "Engaged" and answer the questions of relationship of our readers.

Send your questions for Elizabeth Gilbert at marlo@marlothomas.com by Wednesday, January 19, and you will be eligible to win one of five pricing packages including a copy of "Committed", plus a copy of the memory of Marlo, "growing up laughing".

To get a glimpse at the "committed", read the extract below:

An afternoon in the summer 2006, I found myself in a small village north of the Viet Nam, seated around a sooty kitchen fire with a number of women in the region which I spoke not, try to ask questions on the marriage of the language.

For several months already, I was traveling through the South East Asia with a man who would soon become my husband. I guess the traditional term for a person would be "engaged", but neither one of us has been very comfortable with this word, so we were not to use it. In fact, neither one of us has been very comfortable with the idea of marriage at all. Marriage was not something, we had already scheduled with the other, was not something — we wanted to. But providence had interfered with our plans, which was the reason for which we have now randomly wandering across the Viet Nam, Thailand, Laos, Cambodia and the Indonesia, while making efforts – even desperate - urgent to return to America and the sea.

The man in question had been my lover, my love, more than two years at the time, and in these pages I will call him Felipe. Felipe is a Brazilian gentleman kind, loving, 17 years my senior, that I had met on another journey (a real scheduled trip) that I had taken all over the world a few years earlier in an effort to repair a severely broken heart. Towards the end of these trips, I had met Felipe, who had lived quietly and alone in Bali over the years, his own heart broken nursing. This following was attraction, then a parade wedding slow and then, much to our mutual wonder of love.

Our resistance to the marriage, then, had nothing to do with the absence of love. On the contrary, Felipe and I loved each other without reserve. We were happy to make all kinds of promises to stay together faithfully forever. We had same juror loyalty throughout his life to another, although quite private. The problem was that both of us were the two survivors of bad divorces, and we had been so badly ravaged by our experiences the same idea of marriage - with anyone, even with these friendly people like others - we met with a heavy sense of terror.

Of course, as a general rule, most divorces are quite bad (Rebecca West noted that "divorce is almost always also happy and useful occupation as break very valuable China"), and our divorces were no exception. On the cosmic scale of 1 to 10 mighty Divorce wickedness (where a is equivalent to a separation amicable executed, and ten equals... Although, actual execution), I would probably rate my own divorce as something as a 7.5. No suicide or homicide had, but apart it, the break had been on as ugly a procedure two other riders people might eventually occur. And he was dragged more than two years.

In regards to Felipe, his first marriage (to an Australian woman, professional, intelligent) had ended almost a decade before that we met in Bali. His divorce took place quite graciously at the time, but lost his wife (and access to home and children and nearly two decades of history who came with him) had imposed on this man fit a legacy persistent sadnesswith special emphases on regret, isolation and economic anxiety.