It
was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his 80′s
arrived at the hospital to have stitches removed from his thumb. He said
he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am. 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 talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to
remove his sutures and redress his wound. While taking care of his
wound, I asked him if he had another doctor’s appointment this morning,
as he was in such a hurry.
The gentleman 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 a victim of Alzheimer’s Disease.
As we talked, I asked if she would
be upset if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he
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.’
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