One of my daughters sent this to me the other day. I thought I’d share it with you.
It was a busy morning, about 8:30 when an elderly gentleman arrived at the hospital to have stitches removed from his thumb. He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00am. The nurse 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 spoke with one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress the wound. While taking care of him, I asked if he had another appointment that morning, as he was in a hurry. The gentlemen 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 suffering from Alzheimer’s Disease. As we talked, I asked him if she would be upset if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who she 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.’