There has been a tragedy in my life and I'm trying my best to immerse myself in my education and work. Some days are easier than others, but there is nothing else to do. Sometimes life deals heavy blows and all we can do is keep going. There are others who have gone through worse. All we can do is survive.
Life is a gift. Or is it?
This last week I've been working with a patient who got meningitis and now four years later is bedridden and unable to move. He was a normal man before that happened. His mother and father take care of him now completely themselves, from bathroom to feeding. I spoke with his mother who told me that the reason he refuses treatment is because he wants to die. He is most likely going to need dialysis soon and he's told her that he'll refuse that too. If that happens, then he will die. A psychiatrist comes to the house twice weekly for him. I made a few suggestions that might help, getting him a computer (his right hand moves enough that he could type), perhaps learning a skill such as a new language (he likes Italian).
Sometimes life is sad.
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