This is a realistic story remembered by a nurse, working in a hospital in America!!! I leave you with the beautiful story ..
My Dad had a massive stroke almost four years ago and I almost lost him. I used to go to see him in the nursing home everyday, sometimes twice and three times a day
The nursing home where he resides told me that a couple of days a week now is fine. So now I go about two or three and sometimes four days a week to see him .
Most of the times I go there he either doesn't know I'm there, or he knows I'm there, but doesn't remember who I am. That's really OK with me. This is probably one of the better definitions of "love" and why I still go to see my Dad so often .
It was a busy morning, approx. 8:30 A.M. when an elderly gentleman, in his 80's, arrived to have sutures removed from his thumb .
He stated that he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 A.M .
I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would be able to see him .
While taking care of his wound, we began to engage in conversation. I asked him if he had a 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 then inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer Disease .
As we talked, and I finished dressing his wound, I asked if she would be worried 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 are still going 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 arms, and thought, "This is the kind of love that I want in my life .
"True love is not measured physically, and emotionally. True love is acceptance of the other with all what it is now, and what it was in the past, and what will be in the future"
No comments:
Post a Comment