How to be happy though human / by W. Béran Wolfe.
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“ dreadful looseness ” might be, Elizabeth was unable to
say, and yet it remained a veritable bogey. Nor was her
worry confined to her family. She had a great fear that
she herself would die of cancer, and visited one physician
after another, on any pretext, so that she might be
examined for the possible beginning of carcinoma.
Like many another unhappy woman, Elizabeth G. had
not learned to enjoy the company of her fellows, or the
art of making life worth while to herself by devotion to
some avocation. She had, it is true, more or less
grudgingly assumed the responsibilities of motherhood,
and had not spared herself any effort to educate and
develop her children to the best of her ability. But in the
course of time her husband had become increasingly
involved in his engineering projects, and was frequently
away from home for weeks at a time. Her children had
developed a fair measure of independence despite her
efforts to make them dependent on her, and were wrell
on the way toward adulthood. Even her youngest
daughter was more resourceful and more courageous than
her mother, and frequently patted her mother on the
back, saying, “Oh, don't worry, Mother. It will turn
out all right.”
While the eldest boy resented his mother’s worry as
unfounded, the second son openly ridiculed her fears,
and often infuriated her by taking unnecessary physical
risks which threw her into a pitiful panic. Of all the
family, Elizabeth’s husband was still the most considerate,
and on one occasion he left his work, and came a very long
journey by aeroplane, in response to a telephone message,
to assuage her fears. The second son’s comment was
very illuminating : “ Mother almost died, thinking of
Dad flying over the mountains, but she risked his neck
because she was afraid Mary might get pneumonia from
her bad cold, and she was afraid to choose a new doctor.
I call it poor sportsmanship ! ”
From her early childhood Elizabeth always feared that
she would be deserted in an hour of need. The fear dated
from her first day at school when she had lost her way,