I was not
living but surviving from one moment to the next. There is only so much that
the human body can endure, and I felt I was fast reaching a point where I could
take no more. The Social Worker assigned to me by
our Health Fund was visibly shocked at my deterioration, and so it was in my
darkest hour, she sent angels to ease my pain. Don’t worry, I wasn’t
hallucinating and most certainly haven’t lost my marbles! These angels were mere
mortals of course, just like you and me and bore no celestial wings. They did
however offer a heaven-sent service for patients in special circumstances, chronically
ill people who are better treated at home rather than being hospitalised or
sent to a hospice.
I will
never forget the Social Worker who contacted our family doctor recommending I
receive pain relief at home immediately through this organization. Her compassion,
understanding and ability to quickly put things into action literally saved me,
and within hours a highly experienced professional team, consisting of a
doctor, a nurse and their own social worker arrived at our house. With their
expertise, they administered to my needs giving me a cocktail of narcotic drugs
that after weeks of suffering consistent unbearable pain, I eventually found
some relief.
This was
one of those moments in life that I’ll always remember. I am so grateful to our
Social Worker for thinking of contacting them. So, the pain was now under
control, but this was no cure for Parkinson’s and we hadn’t really solved
anything. We had simply put a plaster on a gaping wound which bought us time,
while the disease continued out of control on its speeding journey.
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