Enough's Enough
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Not some of you. Some of you wouldn't. Some of you instead (and if you're not one of these, you probably know somebody like this) ~ you live and breath burning the candle at both ends. Some of you have been doing it for years. News Flash: It was you God created the 24-hour day for (cuz He knew you'd just fill it up if it was 48 or 72 hours). It was you God made sure you would need sleep (cuz He knew you'd just work all night if you could). Enough's enough! Don't wait until you're in the Emergency Room getting an EKG to take a break.
(Maybe you need to pass this note to someone you know?)
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posted by Unknown at 8:21 AM
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My father never learned that, and literally worked himself to death, though not quite in the way you described.
My father suffered from the notion that to leave something undone was to be "lazy." To him that was the worst insult possible, even worse than being told to go to that place of eternal torment. It didn't matter if you had two broken arms & two broken legs, you were still lazy.
He discovered he had colon cancer in 1990. I managed to get him to the doctors and everything, since his mind shut down in the presence of medical personnel. The tumor was removed, but enough had grown into the abdominal wall that the oncologist chose to give him a 5-week treatment series of radiation & chemo. Those who have dealt with cancer either directly or indirectly will recognize that 5 weeks is almost nothing.
At the start of the 3rd week they checked his blood, and he was anemic. Nobody was surprised. He was told to rest for a week, and they would shift everything back a week. His one instruction was "don't do anything."
On Thursday of that week he decided that the half-acre back yard needed mowing, so he mowed it.
On Saturday he was in the ER bleeding internally. As far as anybody could tell he jostled the incision open. He had to stay in isolation, with the hope that his body would heal itself, since he wouldn't be able to survive a second surgery.
He recovered from this, but the oncologist canceled further treatments, noting that he would kill himself otherwise. She didn't have too much hope, though, that the cancer was gone.
In January of 1993, after discovering he also had senile dementia, he succumbed to the returned cancer. In a way it was a blessing, as he didn't go through the nastier stages of Alzheimer's (or whatever it was ... we knew the cancer would take him first), but it was still a waste.
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