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Input: My mom has serious blood pressure issues and takes medication to help it. It’s been this way for decades, and even she admits that it’ll probably be her blood pressure which kills her one day. Within the last week she saw a spike in her resting BP levels while on her meds, just low enough to not go to the hospital so long as it didn’t go any higher, it seemed to resolve, but it definitely put me on edge.
She is also an incredibly determined woman who won’t let anything stop her from getting tasks done, whether it be grading papers or pruning the garden. Between army training and a pretty barebones upbringing, it’s shaped her identity that she needs to be strong enough to do tough work herself, and doing manual labor makes her feel good and distracts her.

Alone these two things bother me in tandem, but she has a slew of other problems like osteoarthritis, a really bad knee, a bad back, and other long term aches, scars, and pains that come with getting into your mid 50’s. 

Today she came in from outside, having worked for a couple hours on the garden. She was soaked in sweat, hair disheveled, and panting. I knew she was working on something outside, but I never checked what. 

Me, being concerned over her exerting herself so heavily (worried less about the cold as it’s Florida) ask her if she’s ok and if she’s checked her blood pressure. 
Her response was “I haven’t taken my meds today so I don’t want to know.” 
I got into a one sided argument about how that’s exactly why she needed to check it, where  she mostly blew me off and went to take a bath and rest up. 

Had I not lost my dad suddenly to cancer, maybe I’d give her more leeway. But these days nobody feels safe from their own body. I’ve told her as such, and while she’ll try and comfort me that nothing will happen from it, I simply cant believe that after my dad passed at 65 from an incredibly rare form of cancer.

Am I being paranoid? She finds satisfaction from it, but I worry that one day she’ll come back from a hard day’s work and is gonna have a stroke when nobody’s looking. 

getting on my mom's case for working till it kills her