This afternoon, I stopped at my local pharmacy to fill a few prescriptions ordered by the oral surgeon for a procedure next week. While waiting, I strolled down the aisles perusing the various items on the shelves. Then I made a turn into an area dedicated to walkers, wheelchairs, grip bars, foot straps and other products designed for the elderly and debilitated.
I stood there frozen, in my good health and vitality, wondering if—or when —I would be relegated to their use. The idea of not having the use of my limbs, my strength and balance was both shocking and sobering; reinforcing my belief in the necessity to eat right, exercise, and keep my body and brain active.
If faced with infirmity, I wondered whether I would do so with grace and acceptance… or with unrestrained anger and frustration? The truth is I have never been very good at asking for help. But the stage when the body fails is a reality for many and the assistance of others is pretty much necessary. How will I deal with that if it becomes my reality?
I have more questions than answers. In fact, I have no answers other than I am going to fight like hell to remain healthy, able and hopefully learn the lessons that I need to learn.
Do you think about that stage of life?
How do you handle it?
