Quotes About Illness

Money is a result, wealth is a result, health is a result, illness is a result, your weight is a result. We live in a world of cause and effect.

WEALTH PRINCIPLE: Money is a result, wealth is a result, health is a result, illness is a result, your weight is a result. We live in a world of cause and effect.

When I had that attack of pleurosis - he asked me what was the matter when I came back. I said pleurosis - he thought that I said Blue Roses! So that's what he always called me after that. Whenever he saw me, he'd holler, Hello, Blue Roses!

Because death and illness are the most horrible things in life, of course that's where the most absurdly funny things are going to happen.

Why couldn't I have a fatal disease? It'd be so much easier.

Munchausen by proxy may be the single most complex—and lethal—form of maltreatment known today. It is formally defined as the falsification or induction of physical and/or emotional illness by a caretaker of a dependent person. In most cases, the perpetrator is a mother and the victim is her own child.

I didn't have a boyfriend. I had someone to watch horror movies with while my best friend was too sick with cancer.

Could it be possible that having cancer has turned you into an even bigger perv? Yes. It's a common side effect.

Don't touch me," said the girl. "I want to be sick by myself." "That's impossible," said her mother. She continued to rub her back and the girl did not push her away

Depression is an illness, and no fault of the person who suffers from it

Our mother has taken up knitting since she got sick but doesn't knit well. We keep waiting to see a sweater, even a glove, but she knits without projects in mind, tearing things out to begin again. Sometimes she puts the knitting down and looks out the window, as if there were something in the dark to see.

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The Manchus drank tea with a lot of milk. In her case, the milk came from the breasts of a nurse. Cixi had been taking human milk since her prolonged illness in the early 1880s, on the recommendation of a renowned doctor. Several wet nurses were employed, and took turns to squeeze milk into a bowl for her. The nurses brought their sucking babies with them, and the woman who served her the longest stayed on in the palace, her son being given education and an office job.

Those last months. No way of wrapping it pretty or pretending otherwise: Rafa was dying. By then it was only me and Mami taking care of him and we didn't know what the fuck to do, what the fuck to say. So we just said nothing. My mom wasn't the effusive type anyway, had one of those event-horizon personalities-shit just fell into her and you never really knew how she felt about it. She just seemed to take it, never gave anything off, not light, not heat.

She'd never been big on church before, but as soon as we landed on cancer planet she went so over-the-top Jesucristo that I think she would have nailed herself to a cross if she'd had one handy.

His old man, who'd smoked like he did, had spent the last five years of his life in a little cart sucking on a tank, until he'd done the big face-plant just a month before his sixtieth birthday.

His coughing was incessant and his weight was down to 115 pounds, skin-and-bones for a man 5 feet 10 inches tall. His energy level never flagged, but he seemed to be literally disappearing little by little, day after day.

Christobel had warned me of Stendhal syndrome, the well-known condition affecting visitors to Florence who actually became ill from a surfeit of beauty, and on packing for Florence I had slipped in plenty of tissues.

What I have is P.H. positive chronic myeloid leukemia, which is an aberration in your white blood cells.

Women's courage is rather different from men's. The fact that women have to bring up children and look after husbands makes them braver at facing long-term issues, such as illness. Men are more immediately courageous. Lots of people are brave in battle.

My dad is a really funny guy, and we would make jokes about my leukemia. When my friends would come over, we would joke about it, too.

A healthy body is the guest-chamber of the soul; a sick, its prison.

Should I ever again sink into illness, I'm sure I'll remember Eldric. I'll remember he cared for me. I'll remember that someone had at least taken the time to touch my face.

I'm going to Boston to see my doctor. He's a very sick man.