It’s interesting to me that I can maintain my compassion level at work, with patients, families, and staff.  I don’t seem to have hit that wall, yet.  I love what I do.  But I find it harder to be compassionate with my father.  He has been experiencing some ongoing, but hopefully minor, health issues lately, and I want him to “suck it up.”  I had the same problem when my mother was alive, before she went on hospice.  Perhaps it was because I felt the need for them to be MY support (emotionally) and they couldn’t be.  On the other hand, as I think about it, it might be that I feel I should “fix” their problems, whereas I am fully aware that I cannot “fix” the problems of patients, visitors, or even staff.  Maybe it’s a combination of the two.

I will say that a deeply supportive outside relationship has helped me lately.  When I feel overwhelmed I call this person and ask for prayer.  Generally, he lets me talk about it and I feel better.  I do know that he is praying also.