“We belong to the Society of Regenerative People. When we retire, we get new tires.”

John R. Lee, Jesse Hanley, & Virginia Hopkins (What Your Doctor May Not Tell You About Premenopause, 1999) wrote …

“Breast cancer has been well studied, and out of all this research, a very clear breast cancer personality has emerged. She is the woman who can give to everyone else, but cannot, or is not allowed to receive. She’ll go to the grocery store to buy favorite foods for everyone in the family, but if you ask her what her own favorite foods are she may not even know. Dr. Hanley describes this as a shutdown of a woman’s own nourishing and nurturing cycle, and the breasts are a symbol of nourishment. When the self-nourishing cycle is broken, the self-nourishing cycle becomes stuck in the breasts.”

Helen Flanders Dunbar (Emotions and Bodily Changes, Fourth Edition, 1935, 1954) wrote …

“The anamnesis of most gall bladder patients is typical. The first serious colic comes after a violent conscious annoyance. Similarly the second and the third, but then the attacks come without annoyance and finally especially after errors in diet.”

Gerald Lynch (Roughnecks, Drillers, and Tool Pushers: Thirty-three Years in the Oil Fields, 1987) wrote …

“About 15 miles out of town, a terrific pain struck me in the center of my chest. I felt like an iron band was squeezing the life out of me. I pulled off the road into the barrow ditch; I just knew that I was having a heart attack. Scared? You bet I was. It was a brand new experience for me. Sickness and I had been strangers up until now, and it scared the devil out of me. But the pain subsided gradually, and I began to think about living again, when a strange thought struck me. What if I had died sitting there in that ditch? And the answer was, some other guy would be doing my job, the very next day, and it was a sobering thought. The realization made me review my whole concept of my importance, and it wasn’t all that great a deal. I thought it out and firmly resolved that from that minute on for the rest of my life, I would do the best I could with the tools I had to work with, and never, never again would I worry myself sick over that damned job. That philosophy has stood me in good stead for many years. I drove up out of that roadside ditch and went on to the rig. Then that afternoon I fired the driller who had been my bane, went to the ’450′ and talked over our problems with Sonny Saak, then went home and slept all night. My pains went away and I felt fine. One year later in a routine physical examination, the doctor said my X-ray showed a quarter-sized scar on my duodenum, but my ulcer was gone, never to return. I cured it with lots of black coffee and greasy steaks. So what I was eating didn’t bother me. It was what was eating me that almost did me in.”