Must Read; It Was Approximately 8:am

It was approximately 8.30 a.m. on a busy
morning when an elderly gentleman in his
eighties arrived to have stitches removed from
his thumb. He stated that he was in a hurry as he
had an appointment at 9.00 a.m.
I took his vital signs and had him take a seat. I
knew it would take more than an hour before
someone would to able to attend to him. I saw
him check his watch anxiously for the time and
decided to evaluate his wound since I was not
busy with another patient. On examination, the
wound was well healed. Hence, I talked to one of
the doctors to get the supplies to remove his
sutures and redress his wound. We began to
engage in a conversation while I was taking care
of his wound.
I asked him if he had another doctor’s
appointment later as he was in such a hurry. The
gentleman told me no and said that he needed to
go to the nursing home to have breakfast with his
wife. I inquired about her health. He told me that
she had been in the nursing home for a while as
she was a victim of Alzheimer’s disease.
I probed further and asked if she would be upset
if he was slightly late. He replied that she no
longer knew who he was and she had not been
able to recognize him since five years ago. I asked
him in surprise, “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 my tears as he left. I had goose
bumps on my arm, and I 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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