AN ENIGMATIC AND POIGNANT JOURNEY AROUND MY AGEING AND EVOLVING MOTHER! PART 117.

 

It is probably not worth reflecting on my dear mother might, would have managed, had she not had the dedication she has been receiving from S. 

Of how much more or difficult and challenging my life and that of other involved family members would or might have been, had S not continued to be the rock on which her care is based upon. 

Yes, there is a cultural difference between my dear mother, between us and S, and, indeed, all of her current professional carers. But it does not present an insurmountable challenge. 

My dear mother and her family comes from a place where there was, though on a much smaller scale, such cultural mixing. 

And it is the case that our humanity takes or should take precedence over our cultural, religious and even linguistic differentiation.  

There are, indeed, times in our lives when we need listen more carefully to and be guided by our feelings of empathy.  And control, leash our prejudices and our stereotypical tendencies about 'other people', and ourselves.

As what it requires more than anything else to be a good carer, is to be a good listener, observer, attentiveness, and willingness to learn and to provide satisfaction. 

It is more about these attributes, and lest about what culture we are from.

It is the District Nurses, probably upto 8 different ones, who visit her twice a day to check her blood sugar level and administer her insulin. 

It is they who are performing the major role in the day to day care of my dear mother. I am able to observe the DNs from afar, as they speak caringly, fondly, empathetically to and with my dear mother. 

To be continued!