“Who is set up for the impossible that is going to happen? Who is set up for the tragedy and the incomprehensibility of suffering? Nobody. The tragedy of the man not set up for tragedy-that is every man’s tragedy.”
My time spent in nursing homes begs different answers to these questions. All of those I observe would rather be somewhere else. All of those I observe never expected to be in a nursing home. I, at least, have gotten over the second “rather be.” I am convinced I will be, but this lacks any power “to set me up for the impossible.”
I have heard doctor’s echo my thoughts that maybe, just maybe, one day being present as a care giver, will afford us the insights we need to accept the impossible. So far, it has not.
Only one thing kept the title of today’s post from being “is” rather than “of.” Recognizing this one thing is like I imagine discovering a long extinct species. This one thing is more rule than exception. This one thing is made up of many. It is the many who have adjusted to their circumstance. I have watched them with awe and amazement.
I don’t think they set themselves up for the impossible. Each took it on the chin, but got up. They are moving on, if only to the bathroom, with assistance.