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It was Sunday.I had one last 1 to see.I approached her room in a hurry and stood at the door.The old woman was sitting at the edge of the bed, and struggling to put 2 on her swollen feet.I went in, spoke quickly to the 3 , and then studied her chart, noting she was in 4 condition.
I 5 over and looked down at her.She asked if I could help put on her socks. 6 , I said something else like this:“How are you feeling? Your blood pressure was 7 but it’s better today.The nurse 8 you’re anxious to see your son who’s visiting you today.It’s nice to have family 9 from far away.I bet you really look 10 to seeing him.”
She stopped me and said coldly.“Sit down, doctor.This is my story, not yours.”
I was surprised and 11 .I sat down, and helped her with the socks.She began to tell me that her only son lived 12 the corner from her, but she had not seen him for five years.She believed that the stress of this 13 greatly to her health problems.After 14 her story and putting on her socks, I asked if there was anything else I could do for her.She 15 her head no and smiled.All she wanted me to do was to listen.
Not long after, in an unexpected 16 , I became a patient.Now, 20 years later, I sit all the time-in a wheelchair.For as long as I could, I continued to see patients from my 17 , but I had to 18 when my hands were affected.I still teach medical students and other health care professionals, but now from the point of view of a 19 and patient.I tell them I believe in the power of 20 , and that immeasurable healing(治愈)takes place within me when someone stops, sits down and listens to my story.