winter warmth

the winter sun warms the treatment rooms
patients and carers worn from ongoing treatment
such long drives that just consumes

an extra visit their nightmare
yet despair is kept at bay
by kind staff and loads of care

their wealth cannot buy back health

dVerse – 44 words on ‘sun’, Grace

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    • yes there is so much suffering and when we are well we forget those that have ongoing or ‘hidden’ illness … spoke with a young lady today who was very crippled with bad arthritis 😦

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  1. Very nice and thoughtful. Indeed wealth cannot buy health. when you have human beings that actually care for other humans that is truly what is valuable. It is valuable to the giver as well as the receiver. Thanks for sharing.

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  2. For the last month of my MIL’s life in hospice care… the staff became an extension of family.
    An underpaid profession. But many of them will tell you that money was never the goal when it comes to caring for those in need.

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  3. I love how you started with an image of the location – sunny rooms and sunny personalities can help the mental, emotional and physical health of our loved ones living in nursing homes and such.

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  4. Yes, you are so right about all of that…and the emotion in your poem is relatable and can be felt. Thank goodness for those amazing care givers and helpers.
    The layers in your photo are beautiful to me! I can imagine the sun rising and pushing the clouds away. 🙂
    HUGS!!! 🙂

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  5. Ultimately, of course, the same fate awaits us all.

    What makes the difference, though, is in the quality we add to life, and of the civilization we build for future generations, people who never will meet us. That’s out contribution, our immortality.

    :Barry Lyndon” has an epilogue that always brings a lump to my throat (apologies for butchering the Thackeray; I’m going from memory here):

    “The proceeding personages loved and quarreled in the reign of King George.”

    “Rich or poor, good or evil, plain or handsome, all are equal now.”

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      • Oh, I know, Kate, I know. Someday, though, maybe in a week, maybe in a millennium, we’ll find a way beyond chronic illness. At least some of them, and maybe most of them.

        Having watched my father lose his exertions with cancer, the costs of terminal disease are all too evident.

        Still, the ultimate trajectory is promising. Just think, only several generations ago smallpox, at the time more formidable than cancer, seemed insurmountable. Now where is it? I’m fortunate to be among the first generation of babies born not needing to get a smallpox vaccine.

        Edward Jenner – yet another reason to enthuse about the 18th century!

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