Re: How To dance In The Rain/Alzheimers( debbi brant)

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you are not, bad for thinking this...as a hospice rn i saw a lot of this...it is hard for the fm to see the person they love fade away ...and i this for daughters it is very hard..we look to daddy as the one that can do every thing..and fix every thing ( i did ) ..hang in there ...he and you will be ok...just rem he loves you ..and that will never stop...he may not rem you every time he sees you ...but he loves you.....i wish you peace>>debbi brant > > > From: Anne Whitworth > Subject: How To dance In The Rain> To: "MSers Life egroup" > Date: Wednesday, September 1, 2010, 7:07 AM> > > > > > > > > > > > > > How to Dance in the Rain > > > > It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his> 80's, arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb.> > He said 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 be 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, I asked him if he had another> 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 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 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 still go 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.> > With all the jokes and fun that are in e-mails, sometimes there is> one that comes along that has an important message.> > This one I thought I could share with you.> > The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything;> they just make the best of everything they

have.> > I hope you share this with someone you care about. I just did.> > 'Life isn't about how to survive the storm,> But how to dance in the rain.> > > > > > > > > love and blessings,Kate

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my dad wrote all of his brothers and sisters and me (I was out of state) and told me of his final dx of cancer - I had worked in hospitals and nursing homes in the past - I prayed for his death and didn't want to see him hurt - a good friend who was an lpn knocked some sense into me

you don't want to see him hurt and you know the pain he will go through - have at and get your anger out - don't fight it

when I worked hospice (once as office volunter and then as bereavement coordinator) and later as social services director at the nursing home I remembered that

the three levels of bereavement and 25 years of BE have taught me that you do the best you can with what you have at the time and you can't beat yourself up

after 13 years of Grace's old timers - yes I have walked in your footsteps

the last family funeral I went to 4 of my aunts and uncles have altzeimers - I felt like I was at work - I was hypervigilant - the funeral home is quite large in Ada, OK and it is on an 8 lanes highway through town - it was unique - at least my aunt Novalene did not faint when everyone went up to view the deceased - when dad was alive he always got behind her so he and her husband could catch her

such were my family funeral memories

To: MSersLife Sent: Thu, September 2, 2010 9:29:18 AMSubject: Re: How To dance In The Rain/Alzheimers( debbi brant)

you are not, bad for thinking this...as a hospice rn i saw a lot of this...it is hard for the fm to see the person they love fade away ...and i this for daughters it is very hard..we look to daddy as the one that can do every thing..and fix every thing ( i did ) ..hang in there ...he and you will be ok...just rem he loves you ..and that will never stop...he may not rem you every time he sees you ...but he loves you.....i wish you peace>>debbi brant > > > From: Anne Whitworth > Subject: How To dance In The Rain> To: "MSers Life egroup" > Date: Wednesday, September 1, 2010, 7:07 AM> > > > > > > > > > > > > > How to Dance in the Rain > > > > It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his> 80's, arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb.> > He said 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 be 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, I asked him if he had another> 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 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 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 still go 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.> > With all the jokes and fun that are in e-mails, sometimes there is> one that comes along that has an important message.> > This one I thought I could share with you.> > The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything;> they just make the best of everything they have.>

> I hope you share this with someone you care about. I just did.> > 'Life isn't about how to survive the storm,> But how to dance in the rain.> > > > > > > > > love and blessings,Kate

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Thank you for your words, Debbi. I appreciate you for what yousaid to me. Now I don't feel as bad. And you're right; he'll alwayslove me no matter what.Thanks, love,Kate How To dance In The Rain> > To: "MSers Life egroup" > > Date: Wednesday, September 1, 2010, 7:07 AM> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > How to Dance in the Rain > > > > > > > > It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman > in his> > 80's, arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb.> > > > He said 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 be 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, I asked him if he had another> > 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 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 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 still go 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.> > > > With all the jokes and fun that are in e-mails, sometimes > there is> > one that comes along that has an important message.> > > > This one I thought I could share with you.> > > > The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything;> > they just make the best of everything they have.> > > > I hope you share this with someone you care about. I just did.> > > > 'Life isn't about how to survive the storm,> > But how to dance in the rain.> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love and blessings,> Kate> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love and blessings,Kate

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