Sorrow for our Granddaughters
Written by Ann Pietrangelo on April 15th, 2009 in Caregiver's Corner, Emotional Issues, Family, Linked Articles.
“Can we talk for a moment?” he asked while waving to me over our backyard fence. I like this guy, a lot. He’s quite a bit older than me, but fit as a fiddle. One of those guys who, when you look at him, you cross your fingers and silently hope that you look and feel as good when you’re that age. Dropping my rake, happy for the break, I walk to the fence to chat. I know from experience that we can easily talk for a half-hour or so unless his wife, a very nice woman, comes over and begins telling her versions of his stories. When that happens, the time spent talking can easily double.
“How are you?” I ask. The look in his eyes tips me off that something is wrong even before he can answer. “Not so good,” he says. “Mandy has Multiple Sclerosis, right?” I was only half surprised that this was a question. Like so many people, the details of other folks health issues tend to fade quickly with the every day goings-on of their own lives. “Right,” I answer. He nods, “We think my granddaughter has it too.” It was said matter-of-fact, but worry etched his face…
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