I've been mulling over the paraben phenom for a few years now, but until I was diagnosed I hadn't committed my brain to anything organic, for my underarms or any other body bits. Now I'm getting all worked up.
Parabens are an oft-used preservative in all the cheap and expensive things that make us smell and look good. There have been a billion tests that prove parabens show up in breast tumours, which may mean nothing but the fact that the buggers leak through our pores and get under our skin. The freaky thing is, they've also been proven to mimic estrogen, which means if you already have cancer cells in your body (which many of us do), they could prove handy little fertilizer.
So a girl finds out she's got a couple of cancer eggs taking up residence in her breast, which happen to be estrogen-receptive, and the first thing to go into the garbage is the Dove pit stick with the lovely grapefruit smell. It's been trial and stinky error finding a good natural replacement, but I did me some research, I did, and found out that Avalon Organics deodorant spray was tops and selling out all over the U.S of A.
You'd think being in former hippie-ville would guarantee me access to some of the junk, but alas, Avalon everywhere and none of the spray gold. Fortunately, my dear cousin was down in the States recently and brought me back a couple of bottles of the stuff and it's indeed fabulous. The thing is... I actually think the chemo has killed (temporarily?) my sweat glands. Either the stuff is so good I'm flying to Avalonville to become a robot spokesperson or stinky pit sweat is taking a hiatus along with my hair follicles. Strange indeed, but can't complain.
The next thing, of course, is to unload the rest of my paraben-laden products, which does pain my cheap little heart a tad. The handsoap and hand lotion are in the middle of transitioning to Avalon. The dishsoap is all Method all the time. The body lotion is Korres (thank you, Sephora). The bald head moisturizer (oh yes, I do have some) and kids' body wash is Kiss My Face. But that merely scratches the surface of this committed product hog's cupboards.
If you have any recommendations, let me know, otherwise I'll keep trolling the intertubes for paraben-blasting products that don't leave me smelling like the Victoria hippie I'm slowly turning into.