Recommend Reading: How to Be A Friend to A Friend Who is Sick

by blondie 9 Replies latest jw friends

  • blondie
    blondie

    http://articles.chicagotribune.com/2013-04-21/features/ct-prj-0421-letty-cottin-pogrebin-how-friend-sick-20130421_1_printers-row-journal-activist-sick-friend

    Q: One of the first hurdles is knowing what to say— and what notto say —when a friend is first diagnosed, when the friend gets bad news, or when the illness goes on for months or even years. Give us the three most essential of your "10 Commandments for Conversing with a Sick Friend."

    A: It's tough to choose, but I'd probably give these three priority: 1) Avoid self-referential comments or anecdotes. A friend suffering complications of pregnancy won't be helped by your childbirth story, nor will someone with a hacking cough feel comforted to hear, "You think that's bad? I had double pneumonia." 2) Never talk to a sick friend the way you talk to a child. Banish from your speech lines like: "Did we have our medicine today?" Or, "Now, that's a good boy!" Or, "I bet you could make a wee-wee if you really, really tried." Sick people are already made to feel powerless by their illness and the medical system. Don't make things worse by infantilizing them. 3) Think twice before giving advice. Even if you know ginkgo biloba supplements would do your friend a world of good, try to keep your opinion to yourself. Sick people are already overwhelmed with information, just trying to understand their own diagnosis can be a challenge. No matter how well-intentioned you are, don't complicate their lives any further with your tips. They have doctors for advice, what they need from you is friendship...

  • return of parakeet
    return of parakeet

    It's often hard talking to a sick friend because their illness affects their moods and how they respond to well-meaning friends. They may feel they have to put on a smile so the visitor doesn't feel uncomfortable. That can be a terrible strain. Sometimes all sick friends want is to be left alone for a while. Being open and responsive to these changes is crucial to helping them.

    Good advice, Blondie. I hope the health gods are being kind to you, too.

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  • Band on the Run
    Band on the Run

    I was shocked at how my friends could not relate to a sudden, severe illness that has since ended. The worse part was hearing how they understand my utter agony b/c they have a hangnail. Frankly, I don't know if I would have any idea what to say. My closest friends completely abandoned me and relative strangers saved me with loving embraces.

    The ill person should not have to entertain you. I just took it - even tho it hurt so hard inside. They were only human. Some fundie or RC Christians would tell me to rejoice b/c Jesus was working some great work in me. These people heard my full rage and theological assessment. Perhaps I was wrong when I said that I utterly reject such a God and would spit on such a god. First, there are so many different faith backgrounds. Faith is extremely personal. One should never assume that the ill person shares your brand of religion.

    My mom helped me to live through the illness. When she died, close friends pretended she never existed. "I am sorry" is always appropriate for death and severe illness. Making concrete plans and performing the actions in real life is so rare. After months, I know you feel bad. Yet I still need company when I eat, a short visit, help running errands.

    If your friend is a powerful Wall St. lawyer, you should visit her as she clings to life rather than insisting that she come visit you in your nice office. Yes, I just could not wait to see my friends having loads of fun and to hear the latest gossip as I was dying. Dressing incorporate attire and pretending I had no pain was delightful. I lived two neighborhoods uptown, not in Siberia. It amazed me that I always found time for their issues and still held down my job. They were incapable of doing so. Announcing you are a friend is very different from being a friend.

    Public service announcements should address this issue. We wil all face it sooner or later.

  • mind blown
    mind blown

    So true Blondie!

    I have a good friend who's recently had a mastectomy and now under going chemo. I've really had to choose my words carefully. Like when she told me she was scared..instead of saying "I know how you feel"......I said.... "I can only imagine" .......it really takes conscious effort....

  • talesin
    talesin

    BOTR --- from Blondie's lips to our ears ... wow, freaked me out to read this thread! :))

    Blondie, you have mail. Very good advice. xoxo

    tal

  • talesin
    talesin

    After months, I know you feel bad. Yet I still need company when I eat, a short visit, help running errands.

    If your friend is a powerful Wall St. lawyer, you should visit her as she clings to life rather than insisting that she come visit you in your nice office. Yes, I just could not wait to see my friends having loads of fun and to hear the latest gossip as I was dying. Dressing incorporate attire and pretending I had no pain was delightful. I lived two neighborhoods uptown, not in Siberia. It amazed me that I always found time for their issues and still held down my job. They were incapable of doing so. Announcing you are a friend is very different from being a friend.

    [italics mine, and loving the sarcasm. Spot on!]

    BOTR,, true dat, womin, and sadly so. Learned that the hard way myself.

    But hey,, I'll be ba-a-ack, and wait till they see me again, dancing in the Jazz Festival!

  • blondie
    blondie

    bttt

  • ÁrbolesdeArabia
    ÁrbolesdeArabia

    I wish I would have read this before I posted my story on another thread, this will teach me to read the first five pages before I post.

    Thank you Blondie, this is what i was looking for to help with my friend with cancer!

    I was out in Field Service in 1981 and we knocked on the door of a man who had two months at the most to live! The sister started to tell this man, Sister Goofus: "You don't know honey what it's like to have this "Korns on my feet, they hurt like hell and it's a battle to get out of bed everyday!" Sister Goofus started to try to get sympathy from a dying man, because she had Korns on her feet!" Mom became enraged!

    To the credit of my dear mother, she said "What are you saying, this poor man is dying of cancer, he can't speak without coughing from those tumors pushing against his neck and you have the nerve to speak of your korns! Are you insane!" My mother lost it, she ripped this sister up in front of this dying man and the sister said "I am going to walk home if you really feel this way!" Mom said "Be my guest! If you are that selfish and heartless to mention your Korns to a dying man in excrutiating pain be my guest!"

    Mom and "Sister Hypochondriac did not speak for ten years until this sister died of liver cancer" and realized how dumb she was. This was one time, i felt proud to be in Field Service with a old army tank (Mom) who crushed over this foolish sister and her tactless selfish attitude.

    Mom was always the driver for the pioneer sisters, so this sister lost her free ride around town and free lunches Mom usually made for these nutbags!

    By the way, Mom was asked to call on this man four times a week to bring encouragement, gingerale and any new literature. Mom would sit on his porch swing with me (age undisclosed) the dying man and reading him the Bible Scriptures, books and anything for two hours to three as she cooked him meals and cleaned his house free of charge! I know what you are thinking, the reason he allowed my mother to do all the preaching and reading the Bible, was the free meals and house cleaning.

    This was not the case, after his death and out of the blue, she was called to his reading of his Will. He left my mother some antique plates and other odd items for no apparent reason than real kindness to the sick and dying. She wanted nothing but to bring this man comfort on his dying days, and he made two friends (me and mom) who enjoyed his company even though it's not a pleasant experience for a youngster to smell the rotting flesh this cancer did to his body.

  • BizzyBee
    BizzyBee

    The very best advice I can give is to link to this article I posted a month or so ago:

    http://www.jehovahs-witness.net/social/family/250459/1/When-Tragedy-Strikes-Someone-Else

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