{"id":825,"date":"2018-04-15T13:03:33","date_gmt":"2018-04-15T17:03:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.athenainstitute.com\/ahp\/?p=825"},"modified":"2018-04-19T14:08:24","modified_gmt":"2018-04-19T18:08:24","slug":"a-century-old","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.athenainstitute.com\/ahp\/a-century-old\/","title":{"rendered":"A Century Old"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Just last month, my patient turned 100 years old! I remember when I first met her, one of the first things she declared was, &#8220;I&#8217;m 99 years old!&#8221; Thinking about it brings a smile to my face. Now I think of her even when I&#8217;m not with her, I see her resemblance to the other individuals I encounter in my life. In fact, just the other day, I noticed three old men in the early morning hours in Panera, wheelchair bound, staring longingly out the store window. I was immediately reminded of <em>Betty<\/em>, my patient, and how she would do the same. After reflecting on the conversations I&#8217;ve had with her and what it means to live when most everyone you know has died, I felt inspired to write this poem. As with most events in life, the end-of-life is a bittersweet time, and I am grateful to experience this with my 100 year old friend.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;A Century Old&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>When I first met her,<br \/>\nHer wheelchair was turned towards the window sill,<br \/>\nThe one she&#8217;d been looking out for 8 years,<br \/>\nThe only window she&#8217;ll look past now,<br \/>\nCounting cars as they passed by,<br \/>\nTallying the colors of the cars,<br \/>\nShe liked the red ones best, she said.<br \/>\nRed was the color of her bracelets,<br \/>\nShe made them herself, she said.<br \/>\nI asked about her family every visit,<br \/>\nAnd she would talk of her sons,<br \/>\nHow they died,<br \/>\nand of her grandchildren in the same way,<br \/>\nEvery time.<br \/>\nShe didn&#8217;t know I had heard the stories before,<br \/>\nAnd she didn&#8217;t need to know,<br \/>\nI admired her memories,<br \/>\nThe ones she kept dear to her heart.<br \/>\nShe would laugh it off when she couldn&#8217;t remember something,<br \/>\nAnd I always wondered if there was a part of her that worried she would forget it all,<br \/>\nBut she never showed it.<br \/>\nI could tell she was withering,<br \/>\nIf I spoke softly, she wouldn&#8217;t hear me,<br \/>\nSo I learned to shout in conversation.<br \/>\nShe used to eat by herself before,<br \/>\nBut now she needs help.<br \/>\nDespite the fading,<br \/>\nShe remains content,<br \/>\nShe has accepted that her time is near,<br \/>\nwearing her lopsided glasses,<br \/>\nShe laughs,<br \/>\nWaiting until it is her turn,<br \/>\nTo close her eyes sleepily,<br \/>\nand rest peacefully forever.<\/p>\n<p>The experiences I&#8217;ve had with <em>Betty<\/em> will be cherished forever. The way she and her grandchildren have touched me will remain with me through life. I only wish that she remains content, and hope that other students get to experience the same.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Just last month, my patient turned 100 years old! I remember when I first met her, one of the first things she declared was, &#8220;I&#8217;m 99 years old!&#8221; Thinking about it brings a smile to my face. Now I think of her even when I&#8217;m not with her, I see her resemblance to the other &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.athenainstitute.com\/ahp\/a-century-old\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;A Century Old&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"school":[7],"program_year":[27],"class_list":["post-825","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-hospice","school-princeton","program_year-27"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.athenainstitute.com\/ahp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/825","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.athenainstitute.com\/ahp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.athenainstitute.com\/ahp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.athenainstitute.com\/ahp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.athenainstitute.com\/ahp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=825"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.athenainstitute.com\/ahp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/825\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":890,"href":"https:\/\/www.athenainstitute.com\/ahp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/825\/revisions\/890"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.athenainstitute.com\/ahp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=825"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.athenainstitute.com\/ahp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=825"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.athenainstitute.com\/ahp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=825"},{"taxonomy":"school","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.athenainstitute.com\/ahp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/school?post=825"},{"taxonomy":"program_year","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.athenainstitute.com\/ahp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/program_year?post=825"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}