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You missed it when you pay more attention to the damaged car in the mechanic shop than the sick human being in the hospital.

ALS is like a lit candle: it melts your nerves and leaves your body a pile of wax.. you cannot support yourself standing.. you cannot sit up straight. By the end, if you are still alive.. your soul, perfectly awake, is imprisoned inside a limp husk.. like something from a science fiction movie, the man frozen inside his own flesh.

That was the end of his driving.. That was the end of his walking free.. That was the end of his privacy.. And that was the end of his secret.

Not everyone who has killed themselves because they were HIV positive would have been killed by AIDS.

Being HIV positive doesn__ necessarily mean that you are going to die before each and every person who is HIV negative.

With the development of utility electricity for the masses in the 1900's, very few people realize that a new era of sickness and disease was unleashed that are collectively called radiation sickness.

Computers and mobile devices are becoming known for their inherent insecurities and the ability to damage the long term health of the users.

To evade arrogance, remind yourself (from time to time) that your talent or success could have been better. To be thankful, remind yourself (every now and then) that your illness or failure could have been worse.

At the same time that a massive deployment of biologically harmful radio frequency (RF) radiation devices across the mass population has occurred, we see the reduction of health care for the poor, sick and elderly.

Do I wither up and disappear, or do I make the best of my time left?.. He would not wither. He would not be ashamed of dying.

Cynicism is humor in ill health.

Oxygen deprivation and supplemental oxygen are both bio-hazards for Mauna Kea workers

Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.

I may be dying, but I am surrounded by loving, caring souls. How many people can say that?

I explored because I was feeling really crappy, and I wanted to know why

Had it not been for "Nightline," Morrie would have died without ever seeing me again. I had no good excuse for this, except the one that everyone these days seems to have. I had become too wrapped up in the siren song of my life. I was busy.

I went out into the corridor. I asked a nurse if she knew where the people with arthritis went. She said lots of them went to Ward 34 on the top floor. She said she thought that was a silly place to put people with bad bones who had such trouble walking and climbing stairs.

Staying indoors daily will eventually make you sick.