I've been in a weird mood all week. I have a patient on service that has been with us since way before I started and her husband came on service this week. I didn't think it would bother me, but it's the first person that has hit a chord with me. I don't know if it's because their house reminds me of my oma and opa's. Or, maybe he just reminds me of my opa in general. Regardless, it's the first time I've seen real suffering in someone who is of sound mind and someone with whom I have a real rapport with. I see the fear in his son's eyes and it just hits home. I have no idea what it is like to help a parent or loved one in their last months, weeks, or even days of life, but I do know the fear and uncertainty that comes with a cancer diagnosis and the impact it can have on a family. My heart really goes out to this family. It makes me look at my own family and my own life and see just how precious life is. It makes me sad that I am so far away from my family. I don't want to miss their birthdays, family dinners and smiles.
Give someone you love a big hug and kiss. I know I will when my husband walks through the door tonight.
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