Blog: The Crohn's Diaries
'The Crohn's Diaries (1)':
The last time I saw a grown man cry was at my Mother’s funeral; my father had been like a rock throughout her illness and was never really one to front his emotions if he could so help it. I wouldn’t say it was surprising- just different. No one ever expects the male gender to express their feelings.
This guy, I didn’t know his name, must have been in his late 40’s and was sat in a wheelchair next to me in line for a CT scan. I always feel like I’m intruding on people’s business when I look at them, but it fascinated me seeing his tears weave slowly between his 5 0’clock stubble; and with, I could hear a slight whimper underneath his breath. Perhaps, like me, he had past that stage of crying whole-heartedly in full view of others; this was more of a personal resignation; a moment with oneself. He didn’t feel like anyone could help him anymore.
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