The young I suppose all look for the day when they can get out from under the parental thumb and have their first car, and what to them is total freedom. I never felt the anxiety that some seem to feel about parental restraint and did not even own a car until I was twenty-three and then it was only a month or so before my marriage.
I still remember my fortieth birthday and how I felt depressed at just the thought of reaching that milestone and the implications of what it meant to enter, what I considered middle age. I could not bring myself to admit that in fact, if it was not middle age, it was pretty darn close.
Life passes by at such an incredible speed. It is amazing to sit there and watch such things as your childhood, university, marriage, work, and having kids accelerate by. Before you know it, you are sitting there in the empty nest watching it again as your kids do a rerun of your life. Life just seems to blend together in one big blur.
I suppose the one thing that makes up for the never ending spin of events is the fact that at some point you end up with grandkids, which seem to make it all worth while. I must say that they brighten the most negative of moments. You gotta love those grandkids. What a joy to visit with them, love them, and then leave them without having to take care of them.
With the good also comes the not so good and I remember when the hospital was sometimes the only answer. I rejoiced over the positive outcome when I had a malignant thyroid, but felt the pain of what Sandy had to go through, what with her lumpectomy and the radiation that it entailed. We were however thankful for the positive outcome.
Old age seems to strike each of us indiscriminately and what it did with Sandy’s bones was not good. At this point in time she is a bionic woman with more metal in her then a pincushion.
The first bone to break was the ball off her left hip when we were on a trip to Arizona. She did not know it was broken so walked for what seemed like miles at both the Las Vegas and Seattle airports. When she got home the doctor, not realizing it was broken prescribed physiotherapy treatments on her broken leg, and it was bone against bone until the therapist realized something was wrong and discontinued the treatments. It wasn’t until her regular doctor got home that an x-ray showed it was a broken hip. What seemed strange to us was the day of her surgery for her pinning; they bumped her for someone that had just broken their hip. Sandy had only been walking on a broken hip for six weeks by then so I guess the doctor figured another few days of pain was of no consequence.
A year or so later the right femur broke in the middle and had to be pinned followed by the left femur which snapping in another place as she was getting out of bed. That meant a five thirty am trip to the hospital by ambulance and another pinning.
Life is not easy, not after forty but the alternative is not for the faint of heart or the sissy. Bring on those golden years I can handle them, I think. If the gold in those golden years does not turn to dust before you get there, you only have God to thank.
“Hey mother, could you please shove the walker over this way so I can get up and walk to the bathroom and empty my urine bag.”
“What did you say, I’m sorry, can’t hear you, left my hearing aid in the bedroom.”
Oh the sweetness of old age, no time to sit down and take a break cause I might not get up again.
I still remember my fortieth birthday and how I felt depressed at just the thought of reaching that milestone and the implications of what it meant to enter, what I considered middle age. I could not bring myself to admit that in fact, if it was not middle age, it was pretty darn close.
Life passes by at such an incredible speed. It is amazing to sit there and watch such things as your childhood, university, marriage, work, and having kids accelerate by. Before you know it, you are sitting there in the empty nest watching it again as your kids do a rerun of your life. Life just seems to blend together in one big blur.
I suppose the one thing that makes up for the never ending spin of events is the fact that at some point you end up with grandkids, which seem to make it all worth while. I must say that they brighten the most negative of moments. You gotta love those grandkids. What a joy to visit with them, love them, and then leave them without having to take care of them.
With the good also comes the not so good and I remember when the hospital was sometimes the only answer. I rejoiced over the positive outcome when I had a malignant thyroid, but felt the pain of what Sandy had to go through, what with her lumpectomy and the radiation that it entailed. We were however thankful for the positive outcome.
Old age seems to strike each of us indiscriminately and what it did with Sandy’s bones was not good. At this point in time she is a bionic woman with more metal in her then a pincushion.
The first bone to break was the ball off her left hip when we were on a trip to Arizona. She did not know it was broken so walked for what seemed like miles at both the Las Vegas and Seattle airports. When she got home the doctor, not realizing it was broken prescribed physiotherapy treatments on her broken leg, and it was bone against bone until the therapist realized something was wrong and discontinued the treatments. It wasn’t until her regular doctor got home that an x-ray showed it was a broken hip. What seemed strange to us was the day of her surgery for her pinning; they bumped her for someone that had just broken their hip. Sandy had only been walking on a broken hip for six weeks by then so I guess the doctor figured another few days of pain was of no consequence.
A year or so later the right femur broke in the middle and had to be pinned followed by the left femur which snapping in another place as she was getting out of bed. That meant a five thirty am trip to the hospital by ambulance and another pinning.
Life is not easy, not after forty but the alternative is not for the faint of heart or the sissy. Bring on those golden years I can handle them, I think. If the gold in those golden years does not turn to dust before you get there, you only have God to thank.
“Hey mother, could you please shove the walker over this way so I can get up and walk to the bathroom and empty my urine bag.”
“What did you say, I’m sorry, can’t hear you, left my hearing aid in the bedroom.”
Oh the sweetness of old age, no time to sit down and take a break cause I might not get up again.
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