As a knee replacement survivor I can say truthfully..I would not do it again..complications put me out for months and I never regained my strength or flexibility..but refuse to be labeled as disabled...you speak it and you become it. I would like to know when..but more importantly what I could do to write those letters to make my wishes be known..I used to tell my husband..I can't do the dishes until I know where I'll be buried..and I do now know and my dishes are done..
Also, my book The Granny Who Stands on her Head: Reflections on growing older is composed of a series of thoughts, rather like my Substack, and you might like it.
Hmm interesting dilemma.... In some ways I'd like to know when I will lose my parents. I live on the opposite side of the world and every time I visit and then have to say goodbye, the question hangs in the air 'is this the last goodbye?' It would take so much pressure off if we knew we had another decade, or conversely I would probably do things differently if I knew it was our last chance...
As a knee replacement survivor I can say truthfully..I would not do it again..complications put me out for months and I never regained my strength or flexibility..but refuse to be labeled as disabled...you speak it and you become it. I would like to know when..but more importantly what I could do to write those letters to make my wishes be known..I used to tell my husband..I can't do the dishes until I know where I'll be buried..and I do now know and my dishes are done..
Interesting. I have read each of your posts since coming across them, recently. Each has been though provoking, but your latest, even moreso!
I very much like your style of writing, makes me feel like more of a conversation than a posting.
I must add I notice that you don't ask for subscriptions/pay. WHEN I start my own substance I will follow you're example. Thank You and God bless
Thank you so much, Gene. That's very gratifying to hear. No, I don't ask for pay, but you can subscribe and I hope that you do.
Also, my book The Granny Who Stands on her Head: Reflections on growing older is composed of a series of thoughts, rather like my Substack, and you might like it.
Hmm interesting dilemma.... In some ways I'd like to know when I will lose my parents. I live on the opposite side of the world and every time I visit and then have to say goodbye, the question hangs in the air 'is this the last goodbye?' It would take so much pressure off if we knew we had another decade, or conversely I would probably do things differently if I knew it was our last chance...