"I'm sorry, but I have bad news."
He paused, then looked at my father.
"You have cancer."
In high school my dad had been an athlete, an All-American football player.
Now he was sick. Very, very sick.
He had difficulty breathing and was on oxygen. For eight years he needed a machine to help him breathe.
No longer able to work, my father STRUGGLED to do the things you and I take for granted, such as getting out of a chair or going to the bathroom.
What frustrated him the most was not being able to play with his grandchildren.
Eventually, he could not make it up the stairs to his bedroom, so he slept downstairs on the den couch.
Before too long, they replaced the couch with a hospital bed. A Hospice nurse was there now too.
One day Mom was in the kitchen. All of a sudden, she heard Dad GASPING for air.
She ran into the den and saw him STARING at the ceiling. She yelled, "Breathe, Paul! BREATHE!"
The next thing she knew, my dad was gone.
Early that evening, I received a phone call from my mother. "I guess you know why I'm calling."
"Why?" I replied, though I already knew the answer.
"Your father has passed away."
After I saw what happened to my dad, who suffered for eight miserable years, I thought to myself, "I don't want to end up like that."
So I began to read and study about health and nutrition.
I was shocked to discover, according to recent statistics, 7 out of 10 people will die of heart disease, cancer or stroke.
You may be one of them.
Will you beat the odds?
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