January 7th, 2011
What a crap day, yesterday.
It opened well enough, with me giving a friend some advice about his illness over the phone, and then almost immediately thereafter, we learned that another friend's 18-year-old son had hung himself. I'm fairly articulate, but I just don't have the words to express myself. We've known this child from his and his twin's birth, and we've watched him grow, and we're stunned.
Work was very busy, with me making eleven stops between hospitals, nursing homes and house calls, and even there I got another kick in the crotch when I had to break the news to a woman that she has metastatic breast cancer. She didn't take it well, of course. That's when the headache started.
It seemed like forever, but I finally got home. My beloved was kind enough to feed me some delicious duck and bacon sausages, which hit the spot nicely. I then tried to vegetate with the TV. I cleared the DVR, and then put on a newly-arrived DVD from Netflix of ST:DS9, but near the end of the second episode, the DVD failed. Ack.
I finished the evening with another disc, Lone Wolf and Cub: Sword of Vengeance, a movie, not a TV show, and I found that although the gore was over the top, the cinematography and use of terrain was better than in the TV series I recently watched. Not bad. Same adventures as in the manga, apparently.
I'm so sorry for your loss; I'll have the boy's family in my prayers.
That's good of you. They're in the midst of a very difficult time, indeed.
I'm sorry to hear about the loss of your friend's son so young. Gentleness to all who mourn his death.
Being a healthcare provider is good work, but it can't be easy very often. Gentleness for that too.
I haven't been able to reach him (no surprise, really), but I've left a message offering any help he might need. Talk about feeling powerless, though...
I also have spent some time calling my friends who also know the father; passing the word. Still, it doesn't help with the shock.
It's like a giant rushing ocean of feelings pour out at once into too small of a container. There is power in reaching out & in the warmth of care.
Yes, reaching out is the direction I've taken.
I'm sorry about your loss...my heart goes out to the boy's family.
You had a rough day - today will be better.
I suspect that it would require the intervention of the Flying Spaghetti Monster to really improve my mood...
|Date:||January 7th, 2011 06:45 pm (UTC)|| |
My condolences - both on the hearing of bad news, and on the bearing of it. Neither position is pleasant.
Thanks. However, you'll understand that the condolences I'll deflect to the father.
|Date:||January 7th, 2011 07:48 pm (UTC)|| |
Some days just suck. Glad you had duck and bacon sausages to welcome you home.
Oh, yes. Absolutely. Did you ever have 'em at the Carnivore's Feast? Those.
It's impossible to know what to say in the face of such a young death and to bear bad news also makes words hard. Your job has its upside but also a very steep downside.
I'm so sorry.
It's not the first time that I've had to tell a patient that they have cancer, so my training kicked in.
What kills me is that this isn't the first time that a friend or acquaintance has had a child commit suicide. Now that's a tragedy of the first water!
Terrible day for many. I'm very sorry to hear it.
I hope it's not too much to ask for a week or so of some good news, or at least NEUTRAL news to balance accounts, but that's not the way the world works...
I don't think there's any way ~anybody could express themselves over the loss of someone like that. I'm sorry.
What really hurts the most is that forestcats
and I have known this boy from birth, and we have stories we tell about him. Now, they aren't fun anymore; they are sad.
I'm sorry you had such a painful day.
Posting helps. A little.
Bill, I sit in awe of your resilience and in sorrow for another day of delivering bad news. You are a gentleman and a scholar and a good soul. There are few of you in the world. Please do not stop and please do take what rest you can. Even the calm way in which you write about your day is soothing. I hope that you receive a good night's sleep at least.
There's good days, such as when I realize that I'm seeing multiple generations in a single family, and bad days, like Thursday. It balances out.
He's remarried, and I'm sure that his wife is holding him close, just now.