I was replying to a post regarding prayers for our Mari. It made me recall the time a physician called me on Mother's day to inform me my test results were ok, and he wished me Happy Mother's day. I think I was so shocked I barely uttered a word other than thank you. A simple gesture from him, sixty seonds of his time. A good doctor but a better "person". How many people have showed you true understanding and compassion? I would be interested if you have time to share a story. One particular minister I worked for would often face me. He would take one of my hands between both of his hands and say: how are you? But he said it in such a genuine and loving way, and was prepared to stand there and wait for me to reply. I think tears came to my eyes each time he did that, because I felt true compassion. How often we run into people who say "how are you?" but they don't really want to know, it is merely a phrase of greeting. I try and say to people, hi, I am glad to see you. Probably only on personal email do I ask the question, "how are you?". Then I have a chance to reply and explain. Without this personal support that I receive through my email, my life would be much more difficult. Much. My doctors perhaps know my name , or my fms. Their schedules and insurance companies leave no time for compassion or putting us at ease. They ripple words off their tongue: " try to avoid stress." Merely the act of being in that cubicle causes me stress. They are expected to see X number of patients per hour. I get the feeling they can't wait to get rid of me and get the next body in the exam room. I feel like I should merely be lying on some assembly line table and maybe a nut or bolt should be added or removed. My last visit he had a new toy, a laptop with a stylus. So now, not only does he never touch me, he never looks at me either, just pointing to whatever on his screen. I feel why should I be there, I could phone "it" in. Plus his nurse, (yet another new one) took my bp three times and next day my arm muscle was totally sore. I find that life in general does not offer compassion. I try not to bring up my aches and pains, because other people have their own. I don't talk about how I feel with my own family, as they merely want wife or mom, not a list of complaints. Likely I should have posted this as OT on the other message board, but I feel this smaller group pulls together and it makes me feel good.