I guess it had to happen sooner or later, but I really wasn’t adequately prepared for this. Sure, I’ve heard friends complain about it; but, honestly, I thought they were being overly-dramatic. Truthfully, how bad could it be? It’s just a natural season of life after all. I mean it couldn’t be such a big deal–if it even happened to me at all. Well, it’s happening–HOT FLASHES–and it’s a royal pain in the patootie! Fan on, fan off. Blankets on, blankets off. Freshly showered, need another shower. Ugh! And complaining, oh yeah, just ask my husband, family, and friends. What a big baby I am! Oy vey!
Thankfully I know that this too shall pass–if I live long enough. But I hope that this lesson sticks around for a while. You never know what someone else is going through until you walk a mile in his or her moccasins. I tried to remember this truth as we visited with my dad and his wife this week. Dad has Progressive Supranuclear Palsy (PSP), and Hazel is doing what she can to care from him in their home. It’s very hard for both of them, and way too easy to walk into their difficult situation and start saying how I would do things if it were mine. Thankfully my constant hot flashes kept my judgment in check and served an ever-present reminder that I had no clue how I would really react in their situation. It kept me humble, and for that I am grateful.
Brief post, but lasting learning. Now will someone, please, get me a glass of ice water and turn up the fan?
P.S. Chuck says to remind you of the second part of that maxim about criticizing someone only after walking a mile in their shoes … “It’s safe then because you’re a mile away, and you have their shoes!” Oh my goodness.