”Life’s Daily Inspiration” In A Broken Table Leg
We will call him Brian out of respect for his privacy. Brian was in his mid-sixties. I don’t remember his exact age.He was a” life’s daily inspiration”to all who saw him.
Because every day of his life was a trial. He had Parkinson’s disease and experienced non stop motion in his arms, legs and even trunk area even with the medicines for treatment.
An example is one afternoon he was maneuvering his electric wheelchair with his right hand.
His constant movements were really bad on this day. Causing his hand and arm to shoot out and forward. Unfortunately, the table was in his path.
The momentum was such he rammed into the table and broke a table leg clean off. Thankfully he was not hurt badly just bruised up pretty good.
I called the medical supply place to come and adjust the speed to a lower power to slow it down and to add a seatbelt (like a car seatbelt).Brian just laughed and commented how he never liked that table. And it was good riddance to bad rubbish!
I’m fairly certain my reaction had it has been me, wouldn’t have been a ”life’s daily inspiration” to anyone.
He also experienced the staring off into space another symptom of Parkinson’s disease. Therefore turning him in bed was very difficult.
Parkinson’s patients can become very stiff and unable to help themselves or the caregiver. To turn over or dress. or even hold their arms up.
He loved to talk about his travel and was a brilliant man. At least I had come to think so. He would talk about his trips and make you feel as if you were there. Whether it was in Europe or in the states. His attention to detail was awesome. I always felt inspired and yet, even encouraged to go there.
He loved to play cards and read books about anything. History was his favorite passion. National Geographic magazine was another. He had 2 stacks higher than my head.
Early one morning he told me he couldn’t read anymore. Do you mind me asking why? He said, ‘I just can’t hold it anymore to shaky.”
We fixed that problem by ordering a book holder and it worked brilliantly for a good while.
Then one day, I went to see him, he was still in bed.
Not like Brian at all. Who got up every day and insisted that he get dressed. This was so not normal and I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach as I reached his room. I called out Brian and stuck my head around the corner looking in.
What I saw brought tears to my eyes as healthcare people we try to not get attached. Needless to say, some people just touch you down deep.
Brian had become unresponsive and was just staring off into
space. He was trapped in a body that wouldn’t respond. He couldn’t talk. One of his favorite joys in life now gone. Reading another favorite pastime was now gone. All his meals now had to be pureed. No more playing cards.
Brian passed away 2 weeks later. He had videotaped his own eulogy.
Asking everyone not to feel sorry for him he was already in his heavenly home. And was probably looking at all of us down here. While standing on his own two feet. No braces, no wheelchair, no handicap device’s of any kind in his new place of residence.
He told everyone in that video if anyone told them he was dead not to believe it. Although he was gone from this earthly home, he had moved and just changed his place of residence from this earthly body and his old address on earth to his new heavenly body and home.
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He was still encouraging others in his new home that was just who Brian was and is.
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