The Courage to Age
Good friend with bad diagnosis. Too much of this is happening and at an increasing pace. And I’m only 61.
I’d always heard that old age was not for sissies; I thought that saying referred to coping with one’s own ailments, impairments and indignities.
But, no — it’s a whole lot larger than that.
I’ve watched my wonderfully healthy mother deal with what has happened to so many people close to her. It started when she was 56 — more than 30 years ago. One example: a few years back, she went on a three-week trip and came home to find that three friends had died.
My point: you gotta be bold to get old. The elderly don’t get enough credit for their strength.