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HOW MUCH DAMAGE?

Logically, we can all figure out that acute conditions i.e more recent diseases/ infections would be easier to treat than chronic (long-standing) ones. It all has to do with time. So how much damage should we let into our individual hearts before we actively search healing? Seems logical enough to recommend healing as soon as possible, but it is actually much more common to shove our hurting parts aside, as it is to believe we would get better and suppress illnesses that would have been easier treated when acute. As there are diseases that cannot be healed after so much time, and which has caused so much necrosis (death of cells) than is regenerable, there are also conditions of the heart that might be never truly healed when they achieve a relative amount of senility (i.e. are advanced in age). It is also noteworthy that healing does not achieve 100% restoration to the former point, both physically and heart-wise. In order words: it’s a gradual process that is relatively not completely restorative, but is at the same time, extremely necessary for growth and elevation

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