Friday, April 6, 2012

A Busy and Misty Morning

<img src="love.jgp" alt="Picture of Love is endless"/>A few days ago, in a busy and misty morning, about 8:30, an elderly gentleman in his 80′s arrived at the doctors to have some stitches removed from his thumb. I was seated there, waiting for my wife that she had coming to have routine appointment. We start to speak each other and he told me he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am. The nurse approach to us and asked him to take a seat while she started to take his vital signs, let him know that maybe it would be over an hour before someone would be able to see him.
Then, I saw another doctor to arrive the place, an old friend of mine from Cuba, an excellent physician and person. I saw the old man looking at his watch and decided to ask my friend about the old man. He agrees to see him at once, since he was not busy with another patient at the moment. He evaluates the aged man wound. On exam, he saw it was well healed, so he talked to one of the nurses, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.
After my friend takes care of old gentleman wound, I asked my new friend, if he had another doctor’s appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman, with a slow movement of his head told me no, that the real problem is that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife. Intrigued, I inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer’s disease. As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late. He, with a nice smile in his face, replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in the last five years now. I was surprised and astonished, and then asked him, ‘And you still go every morning, to get breakfast with your wife, even though she doesn’t know who you are?’ He smiled as he patted my hand and said, ‘My sweet friend, she does not know me, and maybe she never will again, but I still know who she is, and still I know that I love her.’

2 comments:

  1. What a touching story. Thank you for sharing it with us.

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    1. Thank you very much for your comment, Teresa. Is very important to me and, I thimk, for any person that take a bit of time to write something.

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