(via facebook)
"I
remember, early one morning several years ago, while working as a home
carer, I found myself washing feces off a man’s giant, swollen
testicles. He was dying of cancer which had spread throughout his
testicles and prostate, and in the night he had defecated himself and
rolled all around in the mess. We laughed a lot together and we chatted
about football and the latest news stories as I cleaned him up. He could
barely move, he was so sore and swollen everywhere. He was myself in disguise.
He had a few weeks to live, but he was so alive, so in the
here-and-now, without a trace of self-pity. There was no loss of dignity
there – there was just what was happening in the moment. He had somehow
found a way to deeply accept his circumstances, even though his life
had not turned out the way he had dreamed when he was younger and he had
time to dream. It took over two hours to get him ready for his day, to
hoist him out of his dirty bed, to get him toileted and dressed and into
his favourite chair. He didn’t live for long after that. But I will
always remember him.
Even when covered in our own shit and without a tomorrow, we are nothing less than divine."
~ Jeff Foster
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| Jeff Foster |
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