I started this blog few years ago after I lost my dad who battled dysarthria, oropharyngeal dysphagia and hemiplegia due to a brain hemorrhage. On the 13th of September 2020, 8 years would have passed and still this feeling is heavy. And it gets heavier each time i loose a patient.
Yesterday at midnight i lost an amazing soul with whom i worked shortly but had the chance to meet before leaving us. May her beautiful soul rest in peace…
Just writing today cause i am not able to find any other way to pass this very hard phase, since October 2019, the revolution started in Lebanon, the Covid19 pandemic, the economic crisis and the Beirut 4th of august explosion, as Lebanese we are just trying to find a glimpse of hope in order to continue, we are not living we are literally surviving.
But as a Lebanese SLP (Speech Language Pathologist) I am finding it even harder to continue, in our work we need our energy, we need our positive energy to provide it to our patients and their families, we need to be full of hope and love for them so they can overcome or coop with their battle.
Since May 2020, I lost 4 of my patients, each patient had his story, his journey, his battle…our journey of therapy was long for some and short for others but the lessons learned and the interaction, the bond will be forever remembered and anchored in me.. I find myself disconnected about the whole situation in Lebanon when working with my patients even though I am tired and drained, for them I am thankful…
Just few words of gratitude for all my patients, for the amazing souls I met, and for their families…