Or alternately titled: sharing my knowledge doesn’t always make the situation better.
So this is a sad post- there’s your warning, I understand if you skip this one.
My grandma ended up in hospice last week and ended up suffering a massive stroke. Family members were hopeful because she would periodically raise both arms. I, being the jerk I am, informed them all about motor pathways and reflexes and the differences between upper motor neuron lesions and lower motor neuron lesions. Now, I didn’t do this to be crass and unfeeling. I was very close to my grandma and was also taking this hard. I think I was hiding behind my knowledge. I couldn’t feel grief as strongly if I was busy analyzing the situation. I also didn’t want to give my family false hope. My grandma had rallied so many times, we almost expected her to wake up the next day and be right back to herself. Unfortunately, she didn’t rally and passed the next day.
The moral of the story is: don’t spout of random medical knowledge unless you’re asked. Some people need that hope. I could have used it, but my brain is a giant bully that bulldozed my emotions with logic and factoids.


