Dementia Didn't Mind
by Sharon Babcock
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| | Sharon Babcock |  | | | Year in Medical School:
3rd Place of Birth:
Washington, DC Where You Grew Up:
Outside of Boston College Attended:
Wake Forest University Major in College:
Biology Goals (Medical School and Beyond):
To become an orthopaedic surgeon, and once I'm done paying back my loans, to do international medicine in Africa. Pesonal Philosophy on Life and/or Medicine:
Do yoga. Favorite Quote:
We really don't experience the world fully, because we're half-asleep, doing things we automatically think we have to do. - Morrie Schwartz | |
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A once distinguished mind, now dementia-ridden
calling out to what is no longer there –
confused? scared? enfuriated?
If only we had,
the key that dementia has long thrown away.
His True Love holds that key. Reunited after loss, to find one another again.
She sits at the edge of the bed -- and at last
A Look. I know you. I know that kiss. I love you. I love that kiss.
And he’s gone again. Gone to battle that which no one knows, that which we battle with Haldol.
She mourns the loss of his mind, of the mind she knows is in there somewhere –
how could she have known one night would take that mind? And if she had stayed?
Dementia didn’t mind. It never looks back.
She looks back, at once was, and now all she has -- is that One Look. He’s in there. Love is in there.
True Love knows. She knows he knows.
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