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<title>How to behave with the ill</title>
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<pubDate>Wed, 28 Dec 2005 14:05:00 +0100</pubDate>
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&lt;p&gt;Christmas with Ray and his family was lovely. Going in to it in pain, and awaiting another hospital consultation I knew it wasn't going to be easy at times. Just to add to this pain I went down with a kidney infection on Boxing Day, and spent the afternoon at the local hospital. Last New Year's Eve I wished for a year without hospitals, now I wish for just a week without going to one.&lt;br /&gt; Due to being so poorly I read very little, and didn't read either of the 2 books I packed (yes, we managed just the two this year). Among the beautiful gifts I received was a book of poetry from Ray, &lt;a class=&quot;undefined&quot; href=&quot;http://www.juliadarling.co.uk/print/cure.html&quot;&gt;The Poetry Cure&lt;/a&gt;, edited by Julia Darling. This beautiful anthology of poems is for anyone going through illness, or anyone with a loved one who is ill. Julia Darling is one of my favourite authors, and I hadn't come across her poems before.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;How to behave with the&amp;nbsp;ill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Approach us assertively, try not to&lt;br /&gt; cringe or sidle, it makes us fearful.&lt;br /&gt; Rather walk straight up and smile.&lt;br /&gt; Do not touch unless invited,&lt;br /&gt; particularly don't squeeze upper arms,&lt;br /&gt; or try to hold our hands. Keep your head erect.&lt;br /&gt; Don't bend down, or lower your voice.&lt;br /&gt; Speak evenly. Don't say&lt;br /&gt; 'How are you?' in an underlined voice.&lt;br /&gt; Don't say, 'I heard that you were very ill'.&lt;br /&gt; That makes the poorly paranoid.&lt;br /&gt; Be direct, say 'how is your cancer?'&lt;br /&gt; Try not to say how well we look,&lt;br /&gt; compared to when we met in Safeway's.&lt;br /&gt; Please don't cry or get emotional,&lt;br /&gt; and say how dreadful it all is.&lt;br /&gt; Also (and i know this is hard)&lt;br /&gt; try not to ignore the ill, or to scurry&lt;br /&gt; past, muttering about a bus, the bank.&lt;br /&gt; Remember that this day might be your last&lt;br /&gt; and that it is a miracle that any of us&lt;br /&gt; stands up, breathes, behaves at all.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Julia Darling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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