Hearing Aids For A Deaf Wife

A man was irritated by his wife’s refusal to admit her hearing problem. Speaking with his doctor one day he asked, "How can I get my wife to admit that she needs a hearing aid?"

"I’ll tell you what you need to do,” his doctor replied. When you get home peek your head through the door and ask, 'Honey, what’s for dinner?"

"If she doesn’t answer, go into the living room and say, 'Honey, what’s for dinner?' Then walk into the kitchen and ask, "Honey, what’s for dinner?"

"If she still doesn’t answer walk right up behind her and say, "Honey, what’s for dinner? Then you will be able to convince her that she needs a hearing aid.
"Great! I think that will work."

So he repeats the question as he goes through the house. No answer any of the times. 

Then he walked right up behind his wife and spoke directly into her ear. "Honey, what’s for dinner?"

She turned around in a huff and resolutely replied, “For the fourth time, I said, "WE WERE HAVING SPAGHETTI!!!!"

She Does Not Know Me

It was a busy morning, approximately 8:30 am, when an elderly gentleman in his 80's, arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He stated that he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am.

I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound.

On exam it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.

While taking care of his wound, we began to engage in conversation. I asked him if he had a doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry.

The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife.

I then inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer's Disease.

As we talked, and I finished dressing his wound, I asked if she would be worried if he was a bit late.

He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now.

I was surprised, and asked him. "And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?"

He smiled as he patted my hand and said, "She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is."

I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought, "That is the kind of love I want in my life."

True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.