"Just
as much as I have brought joy into the lives of those I have met through
working as a Community Visitor with the Central Area Health Service
over the years, so they have enriched mine. I know now how I can grow
old gracefully and how pointless accumulating material possessions
is".
My mother spent six months in a nursing home before she died. I remember every day there was either a member of the family or friend spending time with her. She never felt lonely or isolated. Every other resident in the nursing home was envious of her. I remembered the sad faces of the lonely people longing for a visitor to talk to them. The image really stayed in my mind ...
One day in August 1994, I was listening to SBS Radio and heard that volunteers were needed to visit elderly people in nursing homes. Without a second thought, I rang up to enlist right away. It turned out I was the first volunteer interviewed by Veronica Hon who had just started working for the nursing home visitor scheme.
I am just one of the thousands of Hong Kong Chinese living in Sydney. But to Ann, a 95-year-old Chinese lady living in an English-speaking nursing home, I am unique. I am the one and only friend in the world to whom she speaks her own language and have been visiting her regularly for four years. She can no longer remember a single name or a single face of any of her children, grandchildren or great grandchildren—but she recognises me! I only give her a bit of my time, yet she returns it with love and gratitude.
Not counting Ann, I have visited a total of seven residents at various times during the past nine years. My fondest memory was when I presented an elderly lady with the special brand of hand cream that she had been longing for. I will never forget the look of joy and satisfaction on her face when I smoothed the cream onto her hands!
One lady I miss the most is Sylvie, a sophisticated well-groomed Egyptian lady who spoke several languages. Her favourite topic was fashion and I used to bring her glossy magazines. I would make an effort to dress nicely whenever I went because she loved how I would brighten up the place for her. The nursing home was such a dreary place in her eyes. I was flattered when Sylvie said I was like the sister that she'd never had, although I thought a 90-year-old couldn't possibly have a 50-year-old sister but, really, there was no generation gap between us.
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