“A healthy social life is found only, when in the mirror of each soul the whole community finds its reflection, and when in the whole community the virtue of each one is living” ~Rudolf Steiner
Against the muted background of educational health television, a few issues of Neurology Now lay abandoned on unoccupied waiting room chairs. This was appearance three of my summer medical evaluation tour — four bookings with different specialists in one week. Scanning the neurologist’s waiting room (backstage) at the other members of this troupe of patients, I selected a seat across from a gentleman with a walker. Parking ‘Rocky,’ my wheeled gym bag (a surrogate gait aid), I took a seat glancing at a smiling Jack Osbourne on the cover of one of the discarded Neurology Now magazines from the vacant chair beside me.
Smiling at the gentleman sitting across from me, we swapped our diagnostic stories with companionable understanding and nods, occasionally drifting to the normal details of our lives. As we talked, others auditioning for an optimistic checkup report came filtering in. A personable lady sat beside him, contributing to our conversation. I gave them both a business card with my Stiff Person Syndrome (SPS) website and personal contact information. Neither had heard of SPS. A mother with her young adult daughter slid in, sitting beside me. Conversation continued, covering several topics, accompanied with frequent laughter. It seemed when the door to the examination rooms opened for the next name to be called, a reluctant hesitancy to leave hovered over our animated group.
Losing the gentleman with the walker and the personable lady to their respective appointments, an older couple came in, settling across from the mother, her daughter, and me. The man walked with a cane while the woman slowly maneuvered a walker. It was a toss-up who was the patient, maybe a combo?
As the lady began filling out a clipboard of information, her companion began adding his unique and humorous twist to our conversation. At one point, the woman stopped writing and made mention of her husband who had died. Feeling more like a familiar happy hour group at a local tavern than strangers in a neurology office, I asked (typical me) the question the mother and daughter were probably wondering … “How do you know one another?” (They confirmed their curiosity when he replied.)
They are very good friends, neighbors. She actively participated in our animated conversation after she completed her updated life history, returning the clipboard and papers to the receptionist with a shuffle, step. Amazing lady — fun, inspiring, and speaks her mind. She was the patient being evaluated, diagnosed with MS just before her 19th birthday … 50 years earlier! Neurological hope personified, she touched me!
I had questions on how she managed MS for so many years — the mother of four children! She shared she always did as much as she could — always. During her down times, or in bed days, when people call to come over and see how she is doing, her response is… “If you are calling to bring food, a drink, or help with housework, you are welcome. If you are coming to hover, stay home.” I laughed so hard; I loved it!
My time in the waiting room was two hours, but it passed so quickly. I had a wonderful time. For just a few moments that day, we were a tight-knit community of fast friends, people, not physically challenged patients … mirrors reflecting the virtue of each one as living.
An unexpected surprise… Connie, the first lady I had given a card to at the beginning of waiting room happy hour, emailed me. She read my website and blog, making my day with compliments and words of encouragement. We have plans to meet for milkshakes.