I’ve been joking over the last year about my march toward the big 5-0, which did arrive, as it must, two months ago. Things were generally humming along OK before that, especially because there are still people who tell me that for my age, I look freakishly young (and I love them for that!)
And then on my birthday we found out my dad has cancer.
They caught it early and it’s one that’s very treatable, so even though it was a shocker, we’ve been pretty positive about his treatment.
After that, though, it seemed like the rest of the dominoes that were so carefully balanced started toppling. I don’t want to go into loads of details for personal and privacy reasons, but suffice it to say that it didn’t take long for me to discover the flip side of the life-is-a-journey-enjoy-the-ride philosophy.
Every morning, I’m a bit afraid to get out of bed or to answer the phone for fear of what will come next.
Insurance cards are getting quite a work out and it’s not putting a good spin on this aging gracefully thing. Not to mention the fact that for the first time in my life, the next President of the United States will be younger than me!
As I try to stay positive with embracing the new decade, I can’t help being just a little freaked out, as well. Good friends, whose ages I won’t reveal but who are a smidgen older than me, are being more than encouraging as I weather this hopefully temporary state of mental and physical health.
Which is good, because you know I have bigger fish to fry!