It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his 80s arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00.
I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound. On examining it I saw it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors and got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound. While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife. I inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while! As she is a victim of Alzheimer's disease As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now. I was surprised and asked him, 'And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?' He smiled as he patted my hand and said, 'She doesn't know me but I still know who she is.' I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm and thought, 'That is the kind of love I want in my life. True love is neither physical nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be. Peace is seeing a sunset and knowing who to thank. The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the best of everything they have. I hope you share this with someone you care about, I just did. Life isn't about how to survive the storm but how to dance in the rain.
Chris....Thank you for sharing this wonderful story. Someone sent it to me in an email a while back and it carries such a powerful message. People will often ask me if my husband knows who I am and I usually tell them no but I still know who he is. Same thing I guess as the story. I'm sure as with most of us here, I just want to hang on to as much of him as I can. I miss him so very much in every way possible.
Thank you again. It was just as sweet reading it again here with you...in fact it has so much more meaning when sharing it with someone who knows exactly how you feel.
Yes, that is very sweet. However, it makes me feel a little guilty because I don't think I'd be doing that. We had a very good marriage, mutual love and respect for one another, and had a lot of fun together. Now I'm so tired of taking care of this strange, demented shell of his former self. Often I can't stand to look at him. I try to be kind and patient but underneath I'm always thinking "I can't believe I have to help my husband wipe his butt!"