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[calmcookie]

My father was a chain smoker who began every morning by coughing violently and then drinking his strong cup of coffee that was loaded with white sugar. He suffered from ulcers and underwent failed surgery that left him barely able to digest his food. He had chronic pain and became an angry alcoholic. So my brother and I lived in a fearful, impoverished and anxious household. He died, far too young. And my story is not unique.

There are millions of kids out there who suffer terribly because of simple ignorance. Thank you, Traders Talk, for setting up the Health and Sanity board, and as long as there is breath in my body, I will continue to express my views about health (here and elsewhere). What I say is rarely popular and is far from profitable. I could make a lot more money doing other things .... but money is secondary to meaning. I'm glad for my suffering because it has given me a purpose. And if only one or two people benefit from my posts, then so be it.

Long life and health to all, C.C.

Childhood

I don't recall the things of love
A smile warm from up above
A tender hug, caress or kiss
Such things as these were left amiss

Where were the eyes so pleased with me?
The caring glance I longed to see,
The joy and laughter of a home
Were merely dreams and that alone

Fear and worry, pain and grief
Were felt as drying autumn leaf
No safety of the hearth be there
Mere empty souls, could not but care

As they too lacked the skills of love
Felt not the warmth from up above
So blame is futile, blame is naught
The answer to this rhyme thus sought

But somehow in these words of woe
My heart finds peace, in writing so
The lines of memory, here and there
Give solace to my heart laid bare

And pity not the current state
As that was then and now is late
To change the past or wish for more
Tis better think, of what's in store

And what's in store is great indeed
For love provides my every need
And hearts alive can surely fly
So stride, shall I, with head held high

Edited by calmcookie, 28 July 2007 - 12:56 PM.

[Rogerdodger]

Parents who are ill can cause great anxiety to a child. My wife's mother died of cancer when my daughter was about 3 or 4 years old. A short time later, my wife developed a deep chest cold with a lot of coughing. I took her to the doctor one day, and while in the waiting room, my little girl asked: "Daddy, is mommy going to die?" WOW! I never how a parents illness could affect a child's sense of security.