When They Make It to My Floor

Posted in Self-Development on September 3rd, 2010 by Tim Enochs

Bubba had been bat­tling a stroke and con­ges­tive heart fail­ure for over a year. Dial­y­sis kept him in Geor­gia, but Bubba wanted to travel.

With his wife Cindy, Bubba longed to make it to Arkansas to go fish­ing with his old friend Larry. Bubba and Larry had played high school foot­ball together many years ago, and were still close friends.

After con­vinc­ing his doc­tors to let him skip dial­y­sis, Bubba and Cindy were on their way to Arkansas. This wasn’t their first time mak­ing this trip. But each time, Bubba had made the state­ment that it might be his last.

This past May, he was indeed correct.

After return­ing home, Bubba’s health dimin­ished rapidly. The physi­cians agreed to dis­con­tinue dial­y­sis alto­gether, and Bubba was admit­ted into the hos­pi­tal. Now it was Larry’s turn to make the eight hour drive from Arkansas to be with his friend Bubba.

At some point dur­ing the sec­ond night of Bubba’s hos­pi­tal stay, one of the nurses on rota­tion made the fol­low­ing state­ment to Larry…

“When patients make it to my floor, they don’t talk about the ‘stuff’ they have or what they ‘did,’ they just want their fam­ily and friends.”

Only a hos­pice nurse would make a state­ment like that… but my ques­tion is, “Why?”

Why does it have to be that way? Why do we have to wait until we are so near the end to real­ize what really mat­ters in life?

Why can’t we be more like Bubba?

Bubba made time to go fish­ing with Larry long before he was con­fined to his final hos­pi­tal stay. He didn’t wait until he was on that nurse’s floor to know, and act on, what was impor­tant to him in his life. He chose friends and fam­ily over “stuff” well before it was too late.

What would you want if you were on that floor?

What mat­ters most to you?

What will you do about it today?

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8 Responses to “When They Make It to My Floor”

  • Life is never so impor­tant as when fac­ing death. I have not reaachedto the “it’s too late” time in my life. I haven’t had to face time lim­its on activ­i­ties or events in my life. It is hard to see myself in bubba’s posi­tion. Today was my 63rd birth­day. I spent it dri­ving 80 miles to take my hus­band to an early doc­tor appoint­ment. After arriv­ing back home, I picked up my friend and drove her 80 miles to the doc­tor. I make myself read­ily avail­able for fam­ily and friends. Serv­ing pre­serves qual­ity of life.

  • Serv­ing pre­serves qual­ity of life.” That’s it Branda. One of the best ser­mons / talks, or what­ever you want to call it, that I have ever heard on ser­vice was given by Dan Cathy (Chick-fil-A). If you ever get a chance to hear him speak about serv­ing, try to be there. The man’s heart is awe­some, and his abil­ity to express his heart in words is amaz­ing. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rs2jiFkc0wg&feature=related

  • The longer we live the fewer peo­ple we have that either remem­ber or shared a spe­cial moment in our lives. There was a time in my life where I found it eas­ier to not reach out to a friend or fam­ily mem­ber. I’m find­ing it eas­ier to stop and make the time, if even just for a phone call. One of my new lessons learned is this, “hav­ing noth­ing to say is no excuse for not say­ing any­thing at all.” I gen­uinely appre­ci­ate your thought­ful­ness in shar­ing Bubba’s and my dad, Larry’s, story. Thank you.

  • Wow Robby! “hav­ing noth­ing to say is no excuse for not say­ing any­thing at all.” That is HUGE! Look out Face­book… here comes Robby’s quote!

  • Love the story. You know we have all expe­ri­enced this and seen it hap­pen time and time again. Maybe this story will actu­ally change some hearts.

  • I totally agree with you Shea.

  • When read­ing this arti­cles It makes me step back and count the times I have faced the real pos­si­blty that my days were num­ber, I have seen in my short life thru my health prob­lems many times when folks ask you those ques­tions about where are you in you faith and do you think you have things in order, and00 as time has gone by fac­ing what seemed the final days , i ask the ques­tion to my love ones are you ready for the your last days did you take time and thank a per­son for some­thing they did for you, or have told any­one that if i can help you even if you have found that you are the one that is sick , I guess what I am try­ing to say is this, It does seem when a man or woman faces the final days of ones life, instead being so con­sume with your own feel­ings , I feel that our job and bless­ings should be on the ones who will be there when we are not, I know in my time when it finally gets here, I hope I spend my time pray­ing for my loves one and be strong for they will be the with the empti­ness when the time comes to watch what would unfold at any­ones ends,I just see that the final thing I would like to reme,ber is that I help com­fort a love one or a friend.

  • I couldn’t agree more Tim… and brother, I have seen you fight and win those health bat­tles. You are a champion.

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