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但是，不是每一次都可以这么顺利进行的，我们要有个概念：为失智家人洗澡这件事，他（她）高兴的时候洗全身，他（她）不高兴的时候洗半身。不要牵强地要求每一件事都要达到自己的理想状态，或按照自己的意思行事，否则会像拿自己的头去撞墙一样。面对失智症患者的疑难杂症，要接受即使撞得头破血流也达不到你希望的，“随顺转念”是照顾者必修的学分。
≪记忆空了，爱满了≫
——陪爸爸走过失智的美好日子 120页
周贞利 著
ISBN 978-7-5080-8982-9
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Jenny and I once talked about how we manage to live despite the knowledge that we are all going to die. What's the point of it all? Why bother getting up in the morning when faced with such futility? Or is it the promise of death that inspires life? That we must grab what we can while there is still time. Is it the not knowing if today is the day that keeps us going?
回复删除But what if this is the day? What if the hour is here?
How do you stand?
How do you breathe?
How do you go on?
Lily and the Octopus, P255-256
Steven Rowley
ISBN 978-1-5011-2622-2
At the end of the first episode, when quarterback Jason Street goes down, Coach Taylor gives the first of his trademark speeches. Something about life being so very fragile. Something about us all being vulnerable. Something about how, at some point in our lives, we will fall. “We will all fall.”
回复删除I’ve never played football or any kind of team sport. I’ve never sat through a coach’s halftime pep talk. I’ve never been in the room with someone rallying the troops to turn the tide of the fight. But hearing Coach Taylor speak, I prop myself up on my elbows. I am forty-two. This is the halftime of my life, and my team is losing. I’ve never been more in need of this speech.
He continues about how what we have can be taken from us. Even what we have that is special. And when it is taken, we will be tested.
I’m captivated by this speech, and even though I’ve heard it before, even though I own it on Blu-ray, I’m also hearing it for the very first time. It is in this pain that we are tested. Since I am in this pain, the pain of having what is special taken from me, I look inside myself and I don’t like what I see: a man who is broken and alone. I think of all the time Lily and I spent together, just the two of us — the talks about boys, the Monopoly, the movies, the pizza nights — and I wonder how much of it was real. Dogs don’t eat pizza; dogs don’t play Monopoly. I know this on some level, but everything feels so true. How much of it was an elaborate construct to mask my own loneliness? How much of it was built to convince myself the attempts I made at real life — therapy, dating — were not just that: attempts?
Somewhere, sometime, I stopped really living. I stopped really trying. And I don’t understand why. I had done all the right things. I had Lily. I had Jeffrey. I had a family.
And then I didn’t.
I don’t understand how my life got so empty, or why the octopus came, or why everyone eventually goes away.
Lily and the Octopus, P274-275
Steven Rowley
ISBN 978-1-5011-2622-2