Saturday, December 9, 2006

Lichen Planus How Long Does It Last

Chronicle


I was delaying to take my text. I still have interesting things to say but I hesitate. There are two episodes in particular that concern theophanies and is delicate. Small incidents very short to tell, I have a lot but it is very short and often commonplace. I decided to pair a bridge incident very short and the desire of Annette to know a little about my life choices.



The incident occurs near a few months after the incident to the library . It's recess and suddenly a voice calls me " Marcel would you become a priest?". Of all the forces of my soul I cried in silence: " No, I want to be free . The voice replied that it was a good response and warned me against certain life choices.


Annette writes "This very interested if you could write a text on your volunteer work with terminally ill cancer . "


ago fifteen years, my mother died. A liver cancer. After 80 years, there is always an organ or one that falters. For many it is the cancer that is advanced.


My mother did not die right away, especially not in the hospital. In the absence of choice, she wanted to finish with his family in his house.



children there was concerted, we eight plus two sisters of my mother. First finding is that ten people could not complete a full schedule. We understand that in recent times, a person needs assistance and presence 24 of 24. One of my sisters is a nurse, she took a great holiday and we finally wrap time.



Thus Marchello became aware of the problem. The baby boomers come to age or medical diagnosis often poses a final, Well, that's it, the ultimate concern of man is straight ahead. How you live it? Curiously religion, shelved for a long time, often comes at a gallop, as the natural. Not for everyone but for many.



A few years later I met a student at the seminary of Montreal, who told me that as a summer job he had joined an organization, Entraide Ville-Marie , who took care of cancer patients .............



Nowadays most people do not expect death in the hospitals, it is not their mission. When this is not the order of healing, there is no bed. Palliative centers are scarce and often too expensive: Children do not see their legacy melt before our eyes.



As a volunteer gives you 6 to 10 hours per week, it gives time for spouse to see new things, do some shopping or go to the hairdresser. Whatever helps. I said hairdresser because it is more often the man who is ill and the woman who cares. This is probably because in this generation, men worked at the plant and the woman stayed at home.



We're in the scene for the final phase. Rarely a few weeks a few months. We're listening. I personally work desensitized toward death. I am now aware of the enormous humiliation by accepting the patient undergoes a stranger enters the deeper intimacy. You know, near death, the proud side of human dignity takes a chimonaque disembarkation.

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