Everybody has a different reaction to health problems, but one response I consistently hear is, “why me?” A fair question. Life isn’t fair.
Another person recently stated over and over, “I’ve fallen apart, mentally and physically”. When he learned that his assets were depleting, he told his friend and POA, “just take me out back and shoot me.” I told him we could do a LOT better than that for him while thanking him for his service and explaining the publicly funded long term care available to him.
Another visit comes to mind when I was talking with a woman in a nursing home who just had her leg amputated. I saw her staring at my feet, exposed due to the sandals I was wearing. I was suddenly aware that I was reminding her of the leg she will never have back. Why me, she seemed to be thinking.
Then there was the individual I called to remind of some needed paperwork he had not submitted. “You have no idea what it is like to be disabled”, he stated. There is no response to that statement.
There is no place to hide when discussing matters of such importance with people. It is a part of being human myself and acknowledging the humanness in others. Again and again, I am reminded of how fortunate I am and how I must come across to people, many of whom are isolated and have little contact with people other than care providers. It is at these times that I realize the significance of this type of work, even though it is not very glamorous.