It's time for Five Minute Friday! Hosted by Kate Motaung (www.katemotaung.com), it's a challenge to write coherently using the inspiration of a given word.
Today, the word is RISE.
Here we go...
There's an old bit of verse that sticks in my mind...
I am sore wounded but am not slain.
I will lay me down for to bleed awhile,
and then I'll rise to fight again.
It's inspiring, at least to me, but the mindset is one that drives my wife - and probably many, many other caregivers - to distraction.
The duty of a caregiver is to provide care, comfort, and support.
But to do that, they need cooperation. Sometimes, when you fall, your caregiver needs you not to keep dragging yourself forward.
They don't need you to try to rise.
They need you to accept the moment, accept help.
And in so doing, accept the fact that you NEED help. That you can't do it all alone.
For a lot of terminally ill folks, this is hard. Well, for me.
I'm trained to fight on, no matter what, with whatever I have, however I can. Giving up while still alive was not an option. "Save the last bullet for yourself" really meant something, because being captured meant being skinned alive. Literally.
But I am not there now. Now I've got to consider the courtesy my wife needs and deserves, and put aside my instincts...and, yes, my pride.
Sometimes we can only rise again on the arm of someone who loves us.