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> A Story of Love...
>
> It was a busy morning, approximately 8:30 am, when an elderly
>gentleman, in his 80's, presented to have sutures (stitches) removed from
>his thumb. He stated that he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at
>9:00 am. 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 exam it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the
>needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound. 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 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.
>
> It was a busy morning, approximately 8:30 am, when an elderly
>gentleman, in his 80's, presented to have sutures (stitches) removed from
>his thumb. He stated that he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at
>9:00 am. 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 exam it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the
>needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound. 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 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.
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