Months ago I mentioned to a sister that I was figured I was going to need to get a shower chair and removal shower head for reasons not COPD. She jumped on that conversation and one of each was delivered via E-commerce at my front door the next day. Just amazing and yes a did appreciate it and used it, but not as much as a thought I would need,
The month of March arrived the lungs took a hit! Keep in mind had a shower on March 10th at home. Then all "stuff" broke loose and 3 hospital stays totaling 17 days occurred, the last of these days were actually in April. During this time, only once did a hospital employee offer and help give me one of those sponge bath wipe downs. I asked several times in the last few days if I could at least get in that roomy bath and just rinse off, hopefully wash my head. It never happened. Mind you the same clothing and sheets was worn, only being changed at the "new admission" process. Home, I finally made it, weakened by being confined to bed, only being able to use a commode next to my hospital bed and then back to bed and feet up I had to be, stating I was a fall risk, course I was I was not getting and exercise, but that is another story someday.
Home, 3 days I finally braved trying for a shower. Yes my husband was here just in case, but I try to remain as independent as I can. Taking my time I gathered all items needed to start and dress once my shower was over, it took 1/2 the day. I rested and then to the shower I went!
Carefully I stepped over the edge of the tub, using my newly gotten walker to steady me, sat on my shower chair and turned the water on, setting the temperature. Now for the gently baby shampoo/wash, I started with soaking my head and then washed down the body. As I sat on this lovely gift, allowing all the month of March's grime was down over my body, the warm running water just began feeling like the biggest warmest most loving hug and person can ever imagine. I sat and cried like a baby, embracing that love that had been giving to me so many months before. The relief of the stress, the body aches easing and shear joy of knowing how much love that Shower Chair was now passing on to me the love that my sister knew I was going to need one day soon enough. A gift of LOVE I was NEVER forget, a SHOWER CHAIR....
If you are in need of one or know a family member or friend that could use something so simple, please keep my story in mind and see if you could be the one giving that next special gift to someone you love.