“Asthma attacks are not only frightening, but also extremely lonely experiences. When I’m in the midst of a crisis I can’t breathe enough to speak. I can’t tell anyone how scared I am. I can’t ask for anything I might want. There may be plenty of physical contact but it’s from professional carers and almost exclusively involves the touch of a stethoscope, the prod of a finger, the jab of a needle, invasive and painful blood tests. Of course I appreciate that this is all absolutely necessary in the attempt to keep me alive, but it’s all so impersonal and clinical … and lonely. What I crave for at these times is not only for my life to be saved, but also the gentle touch of a friend; the company of somebody who cares about me for me; someone to hold my hand; or just have someone be with me, sit with me, help me through by being there with me.” BeckyG Source and read more..
I read this today and I feel it is like hitting the head of a nail. So accurate. I have not experienced being close to death yet like Becky has, but a asthma attack is anyhow a frightening experience and one feel helpless, lonely and in need of support and help. Scary and frightening, the feeling of helplessness when the airways in the lung tighten, and the feeling of the lungs strangeling you from within your body. It is the feeling of your body turning on you, and your own medicine do not help, and whatever you do it do not help. Being dependend on the relief from emergency treatment. The lonely feeling from being frightened, helpless and hurting. One in a way become like when one was sick as a child, in need of help, relieve, support and a hug. Fixing the asthma attack is a great thing, but a stroke on the back, a kind smile, a understanding look, a kind hand and maybe even a warm hug would be a blessing and a energizer. But often when it happens one only get treatment, that of course is both wonderful and a blessing, but then one is lonely going home, and the body still tired from the attack, every muscle tired, the body tired, the soul tired, feeling relieved and at the same time sad for having to struggle with it. No one holding a arm around the sholders, stroking the back asking how it is. Just go home to sleep.
The need of not feeling lonely. Just a little bit of love.
While at the same time extremely happy to have gotten help, relieve, and gotten better.