Ammalandomi sono finalmente passato dall’altra parte della scrivania. E ho potuto rendermi conto di quello che ho sempre saputo. Che per rendersi conto davvero must be inside. Starting from the fact that our health system is still far from achieving that on which words have to all agree that you must treat the whole person, that medicine should be humane, that care must be continuous from 'hospital at home for the sick. Not so, not yet.
The prevailing culture is still one that sees the patient as a machine made of parts to repair, and care as the sum of individual performance. To understand how medicine really do not need to be a doctor or read the reports or documents of the meetings of the commissioners.
To understand this, one has become ill.
is not true that there are no more between seasons. The disease is a typical mid-season, somewhere between life and death.
sad, because it is an omen of death. But the Eastern philosophies we come to the rescue, helping us to understand that everything is a life and death, health and illness are one thing, two sides of the same coin. As there can be no pleasure without pain, there can be no day without night and summer without winter, so there can be no health without disease. Trying to exorcise the disease, we end up getting sick prematurely.
The first feeling with which I had to face was not the fear and even anger. It 'been a shame. The prospect of becoming fully paralyzed, having to rely totally on the other, having to do washing, dressing, feeding, she can no longer speak, did not make me feel more a person. I thought of the pitiful eyes of those who would see more than just a poor disabled.
who becomes ill should know: we are not our disease, can nullify any deficit. We always remain ourselves.
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