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Patience Patience

Julian Ungar-Sargon October 14, 2007

From Webster’s dictionary:

_pa•tient

Pronunciation: 'pA-sh&nt

Function: adjective

Etymology: Middle English pacient, from Anglo-French,

from Latin patient-, patiens, from present participle of pati

to suffer; perhaps akin to Greek pEma suffering

: bearing pains or trials calmly or without complaint

: manifesting forbearance under provocation or strain

: not hasty or impetuous

: steadfast despite opposition, difficulty, or adversity

a : able or willing to bear -- used with of

b : SUSCEPTIBLE, ADMITTING (patient of one

interpretation)

- pa•tient•ly adverb

Main Entry: 2patient

Function: noun

a : an individual awaiting or under medical care and

treatment

b : the recipient of any of various personal services

: one that is acted upon

As a patient myself I recently had much time to reflect on

the meaning of the word.

My illness required the utmost patience! Paralyzed by my

pain, unable to move I had plenty of time to reflect when

not consumed by the pain!

My illness demanded endurance beyond my expectations.

For the first time I was bed bound and powerless over my

body. Trying to imagine the pathology within, the facture

sites and the mashed lung tissue old memories from

medical school path classes needed to make sense of all

of this. Bloody tissue slowly being resorbed into the body

through the white cells, release of toxins etc etc.

Lying on my bed face up, fluorescent lights glaring waiting

waiting, the nurse comes, the therapist oh no not her! She

will cause me immense pain with those bloody breathing

exercises. I want to leave my lungs alone I do not wish to

stretch anything! Alveoli bronchi whatever, leave them

alone! Then the waterworks, change of dressing plumbing,

water in yellow fluid out, measure measure. Then blood

pressure, the squeezing of the upper arm, more

discomfort, the pulse the thing in the ear for the

temperature etc etc. the day fills up rapidly with these

measurements the pill time the food time the X rays visit

downstairs over the agonizingly uneven floor, each bump

anticipated but never as bad as the actual bump, sending

shivers of pain through the back. The day fills rapidly.

Food tray arrives, negotiating the space between the tray

and the mouth without pain, not wishing to eat, no

appetite, being pushed by the staff and family.

Patience is demanded and learned quickly and painfully.

Patience for the process of healing

Body time

Slow time

Agonizingly slow time

Healing time

Time to ponder

The insanities of one's life

Time to think about relationships past and present

Resentments and fear surface quickly to fill in negative

space

Time to pray and make sense of this on a higher level

Why me

Why now

This is not what I needed!

But it is

Precisely what the "Doctor" upstairs ordered

"go learn patience" He said with a smile

"go be a patient for a while!" He said.

Looking back the body leaves its scars

Things do not work like they used to

Aches and pains arise form places I never thought existed

on my topography

And the therapist now hits more tender spots than ever.

If anything I have learned about mortality and fragility

And how lucky I was

And nevertheless I did not come away unscathed

In the psyche scars are also left

The depression has still not lifted

And I cannot will it away

Nor will I medicate it

I must watch it closely and not allow it to become anger

And learn to remain hand off

Allowing it to percolate and dissipate with respect.

I learned how close I needed my children

how angelic my wife was throughout

Arising at 3 am once home to lift me up to a sitting position

which was still agony.

Night after night without complaints.

Love in the trenches.

I learned what a small community the town I work in is

And that even now patients ask me how I am doing

And that people still care.

I learned what angels the nurses are day after day self

sacrifice in ways doctors have yet to figure out.

I learned how paradoxical this God of mine really is

That He teaches in unexpected ways and painful too.

This I must still teach

Having experienced it myself

To my poor patients in pain and suffering

To remain patient

To learn to endure

To suffer well

To listen to the body and its message

For it will arise no doubt.

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