Today I was reminded again how many stories walk around the Mayo Clinic. Each is just as impactful on that person’s life as ours is to us. Today I saw a young grandma preparing to go into chemotherapy. Her daughter was with her and she had her grand daughter on speaker phone. She was trying to ease the concern that the grand daughter had about her condition.
I saw a 90 year old woman walking the lobby alone. She stumbled and fell to the ground, hitting her head on a table. When the doctors came to help her, and insisted that she stay in a wheel chair, she resisted saying “I want to stay out of the chair as long as possible, because once I stop walking, I’ll be done.”
How hard it is to empathize with someone until you have walked in their shoes. I wonder what it will be like to be old and feeble, trying to hang on to dignity and life. I wonder what it would be like to console my grandchild as they worried about me dying of cancer. I wondered about all kinds of different things as I looked around the waiting room. Each story equally impacting on that person and their family. A gentle smile is all I can offer. And looks back at us are equally curious; wondering about our story.