We often fail to look past that successful period in our lives. We don’t want to see this happen to us.
Natural proclivity I assume, we don’t like to look at the drops (our society does not encourage taboo subjects).
My drop in at a nearby nursing home reminded me on how religiously my parents used to tell me and my sister of their greatest life fear.
“You will NEVER leave us in a nursing home“
Which me and Ashley won’t let you set foot in one, mom and dad (mom who reads this probably will get paranoid)
As I looked upon those who look like they’ve developed permeating bed sores and deeply rooted backaches.
I watched an old lady wake up from her afternoon nap only to be bitterly reminded by the sight of her amputated foot. She tells me that as she was recovering on that foot she rolls over the side of her bed and hurts her thigh on the other leg.
I try to comfort her by telling her not to think too much while her visiting relative adamantly agrees with me in the most distressing tone of voice, “Yes tell her that she really thinks too much.”
A sit down session with some of my nurses who were with me later and I hear their worries on how one day, perhaps, their own child will abandon them this way too. The unmarried, older single ones get worried and count their yet earned life savings on how much it will take to survive this way and the better way.
The colleague closests to me says, she hopes to just pass with her eyes closed without having to set up house with just a table next to a patchwork bed.
It’s no longer filial peity, but about how much you really love them…enough that you won’t leave them here.
Would you ever leave your parents this way? Would you want to be this way? Are you preventing or just accepting your life to somehow flow to a nursing home?
I hope I have good kids. Probably so.
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