become more compassionate.

My brother is sick with cancer and the level of compassion I’m feeling for him since this all started has opened my eyes to the real meaning of love again. A feeling I almost had completely lost it seemed. I want to share more of this with others and let this state of being become me.

there was an agry lady at the bus stop, she wanted more space even though there was space, gave her space, with which she retorted ’ we deserve to sit down.’ I said ‘you certainly do’
i asked her how long she had been walking, whether she had water, if the heat was getting to her, and she had a long conversation with me. I had a little victory today.

My brother-in-law is currently living with us and will likely be here for 6 months to a year. Imagine never living with men since you were 19 years old and then having a 50-year-old truckdriver move in with you. He’s only be here a week and it has already been a challenge. I can’t seem to find the fine line between compassion and setting limits.

My brother-in-law just has his leg amputated. He wasn’t taking care of his diabetes. He can’t completely care for himself, mostly because he’s never had to do domestic things for over 5 years while he was a truck drivers. So sometimes I think my expectations are little too high, especially for his first week here. Other times it seems to me that he could be doing more.

I’m sure it’s just a matter of time for me, too, to understand where to set the limits. The home health people will certainly be able to help me understand his limitations so I know when he can or can’t do something on his own.