While going through my darkest days around 10 years ago, an older man, Jerry, befriended me and put his trust and faith in me; he gave me a hand out of the abyss when everyone else [JW's], had turned their back on me. Over the years we have become very close, and wherever we might be together, he always introduces me to folks as his "son", or I will proudly introduce him to those who would never know the difference as "my dad". We have adopted eachother and our bond could be not be stronger if we were blood related.
Well, Jerry is diabetic and has heart disease. He has had at least two heart attacks in the last five years and has had to try and gracefully face the fact that he must take it easier nowadays. He is so proud and stubborn, tho. With the two heart attacks, he did not tell anyone, but actually drove himself to the hospital. When the doctors tell him he needs to remain in the hospital a day or two longer, he says, "bull" and checks himself out.
Yesterday, Jerry had an angioplasty procedure done where three stints were inserted in one of his arteries. He goes back in a few weeks to have more inserted.
I talked him into letting me drive him to the hospital so I could be with him; he also agreed I would take him home when they released him. What do you think the old sob did? Yep, at the last minute he sends me an email saying that he loved me from the bottom of his heart for wanting to be there, but he was driving himself to and from the hospital. He pulled a fast one on me and it was too late to even try to intervene.
Whatever the man is going through, part of it must include the fight to keep his dignity. I think he also does not want to bother anyone either. I am torn and it hurts because while I want to be there as a son for this man who has loved me and has been so good to me, to show my love and appreciation, he simply will not accept it from me, at least not in that way. To him, it means he is finished if he could not care for himself, I suppose.
He could not, however, stop me from coming to the damn hospital tho. I did and I took one of daughters with me. His face lit up and he was like a child, giddy and delighted. That was the sort of love and appreciation he could gladly accept. Sometimes, it is just a mattter of respecting the rights and preferences of others no matter how absurd their decisions might seem . . . as hard as it is.
Corvin