There is so much more to psychology than science. If we are open to it, knowledge is everywhere, even in the darkest moments. TJS
"For the last ten years of his life, Tim's father had Alzheimer's disease. Despite the devoted care of Tim's mother, he had slowly deteriorated until he had become a sort of walking vegetable. He was unable to speak and was fed, clothed, and cared for as if he were a very young child.....One Sunday, while Tim's mother was out doing the shopping, Tim and his brother, then fifteen and seventeen, watched football as their father sat nearby in a chair. Suddenly, he slumped forward and fell to the floor. Both sons realized immediately that something was terribly wrong. His color was gray and his breath uneven and rasping. Frightened, Tim's older brother told him to call 911. Before he could respond, a voice he had not heard in ten years, a voice he could barely remember, interrupted. 'Don't call 911, son. Tell your mother that I love her. Tell her that I am all right.' And Tim's father died.
Tim, now a cardiologist, goes on: "Because he died unexpectedly at home, the law required that we have an autopsy. My father's brain was almost entirely destroyed by his disease. For many year's I have asked myself, 'Who spoke? Who are we really?' I have never found a slightest help from any medical knowledge. Much of life cannot be explained, it can only be witnessed."
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