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"I'm not gonna do it." so said my Uncle Chris.
This isn't a happy post. I thought it was informative and enlightening to read about self-care and language.
I follow several linguists on Twitter. I was trained to do research by linguists, not because I was doing research on language but because they are darn clever people and I was lucky that a couple of them helped me dodge past the archeologists to get to know some living people . Besides, language is how we do most of our sharing of ourselves ... it isn't all tracking a debris trail ....... ..
Uncle Chris was the youngest of 9 siblings and a good-looking, dark haired guy - big, with muscles. His sisters admitted they spoiled him. He was quite a lot older than me but I met one of his girl friends and his wife - they spoiled him, too.
He had just turned 70 and had lived with diabetes for a number of years. Other than smoking too much, I don't think he had any other health problems ... other than losing his will to stay around any longer. He died just months after saying that.
I came across an interesting study of language and self-care the other day. Here is a newspaper story about it: "Do we need to end our war on cancer?"
The research stories also led me to this: "Coming to Terms." It's an on-going NYTimes blog about a woman's experiences with treatment and life with illness.
What it seems to come down to is that folks can take care of themselves but if they think that they are arming themselves against an enemy, they will miss the mark ... there I go, using a military term. It ain't gonna work. We need to treat ourselves and others kindly or it just ~ ain't gonna work.
Steve
This isn't a happy post. I thought it was informative and enlightening to read about self-care and language.
I follow several linguists on Twitter. I was trained to do research by linguists, not because I was doing research on language but because they are darn clever people and I was lucky that a couple of them helped me dodge past the archeologists to get to know some living people . Besides, language is how we do most of our sharing of ourselves ... it isn't all tracking a debris trail ....... ..
Uncle Chris was the youngest of 9 siblings and a good-looking, dark haired guy - big, with muscles. His sisters admitted they spoiled him. He was quite a lot older than me but I met one of his girl friends and his wife - they spoiled him, too.
He had just turned 70 and had lived with diabetes for a number of years. Other than smoking too much, I don't think he had any other health problems ... other than losing his will to stay around any longer. He died just months after saying that.
I came across an interesting study of language and self-care the other day. Here is a newspaper story about it: "Do we need to end our war on cancer?"
The research stories also led me to this: "Coming to Terms." It's an on-going NYTimes blog about a woman's experiences with treatment and life with illness.
What it seems to come down to is that folks can take care of themselves but if they think that they are arming themselves against an enemy, they will miss the mark ... there I go, using a military term. It ain't gonna work. We need to treat ourselves and others kindly or it just ~ ain't gonna work.
Steve