My Pain Is Not Me
Dear Nurses and Doctors
When you see me , you see me at my worst. You see my tears , my blood and my sweat .You see the me that wants to give up , the me that
can take no more . You see the me that tires of being poked and examined ,tested and scanned. But you also see the me that slowly recovers and exchanges tears with smiles and constantly goes from a tattered bare tree in the winter into green a blossoming beauty
in the spring .
So each time you see me don't just see my pain and try to put it on a scale from 1-10, put me on a scale of illness -health and guess what level I want to be at .I, just like you, have a family who needs me , a
man or woman at home who misses me and kids who cry for me . I am sickler but I am strong and at home is where I belong.
So don't see me as a patient to be "dealt with" or "handled" or a case to be "discussed " or "referred" but
see me as a person in need of care and deserving of respect .And then, only then will you realize "My Pain Is Not Me" .