AGE IS A GIFT
This post is dedicated to those women and men who struggle every day to age with relative ease due to illness, injury, chronic and disabling pain, physical and/or mental struggles, and the myriad other reasons why aging is difficult. Keep on fighting the fight, and may you find peaceful, pain-free independence to live your life as you desire. For anyone who doesn’t fit that group—and we all know which group we fit in, this post is meant to make you think twice before you complain about your age…
Discover a newfound sense of youth!
Feel younger than you did yesterday!
Gain a greater appreciation for your amazing human body!
Embrace your age, no matter what it is!
**Ask me how—I have the easiest way to achieve all this, and more!**
Here’s how: Spend the afternoon visiting a nursing home, or perhaps the rehabilitation unit of a large hospital. You will most likely see residents/patients there younger than you. If these are not options, simply sit in a neurologist’s waiting room for a few hours. Or, perhaps, visit a children’s hospital.
Guaranteed to deliver, or your money back. Give it a try!
I will give you exactly one reprieve if you have no reason to do so, yet I hear you complaining about your age, because I used to complain about mine, too. That is, until shortly after my 40th birthday. I was working in a larger regional hospital, and I was lamenting this new decade I had just entered into. Then, I received an order to see a new patient. She had had a stroke. At age 39. Shortly after she delivered her fifth child. She lost most of the function on her right side. She was right handed.
I never complained again after that.
Shortly after my 50th birthday, while I fully embraced it—complete with a big party–and did not complain even once, I was sent a reminder: a man just a few months younger that me with ALS—Lou Gehrig’s disease—became my patient. He died a few months later. I was not able to help him much, if at all.
My heart still breaks for his family. He was only 50 years old.
”The longer I live, the more beautiful life becomes.” –Frank Lloyd Wright
I met a woman this week who is struggling with yet another physical setback. She already had a long medical history. She became my patient when she went home from the hospital, trying to return to some semblance of her former life. She has a young child. She was independent, working; able to take care of herself and her child. She may no longer be able to live without help and support. She is not yet 50 years old. She laughed and made jokes, and she spoke of the power of positive thinking.
She gave me more than I gave her. This sometimes happens with my work.
“Don’t try to be young. Just open your mind. Stay interested in stuff. There are so many things I won’t live long enough to find out about, but I’m still curious about them.” –Betty White, age 96.
Our mom would have been 82 years old last week. I had grand intentions of celebrating her birthday with a shopping trip—just like we used to do with her when she was here—but duty called, so I didn’t plan anything. Duty was superseded by the weather on Tuesday, and I ended up not going anywhere. In time, I will find a fitting way to observe her day.
Gail will celebrate her birthday next month. She will be 59 this year, and she is already anticipating an even bigger celebration next year for her 60th. She had a grand celebration for her 50th, but Suzanne and I weren’t able to join her because of a snowstorm.
Suzanne will turn 50 next year, so it will be a year of celebrations.
I had a grand celebration almost three years ago for my 50th. Along with my stepson and Amy (Stars and Stripes and Sisters Forever, July 6th), my husband feted us with a 30-40-50 party. In just 7 more years, we will be preparing for a 40-50-60 party.
Birthdays are important observations of the day you arrived on this earth. They should always be celebrated–never feared or ignored.
In my work as a speech therapist, I see many strokes. In the most severe, there are sometimes no words, no ability to speak. The ability to formulate words or phrases is attempted, but unsuccessful. In order to get speech flowing in any manner at all, I often engage the patient in a singing exercise, as singing is often relatively preserved. The song I always start with, because everyone is familiar with it, is “Happy Birthday to You!”
“Aging in an extraordinary process where you become the person you always should have been.” –David Bowie, who died three years ago at age 69.
In “The Magnificent Seven” (November 11th, 2018), I wrote about six incredible sisters who take incredible annual trips together. The youngest sister Shari will turn 50 in a few weeks. She is enjoying a grand birthday celebration on the grand, beautiful island of Grenada.
Happy Birthday Shari—life begins at 50, or whatever age you decide to live life to the fullest. Coincidentally, her oldest sister is celebrating her birthday today, Sunday, January 27th. Happy Birthday Joyce!
Four other people I know are also celebrating a birthday today: Happy Birthday to our neighbor Dan, and his daughter Ariana, our friend Lonnie, and our brother-in-law Jerry.
A former patient of mine will be celebrating a Big Birthday next month. She is a world traveler, and in honor of this big day, she and her family are taking a trip to another beautiful island. She struggles to make it all work after her stroke, but she keeps on trying, and she keeps getting better every day.
May all of you enjoy a grand birthday celebration, and if you weren’t already, I hope you are living life to the fullest.
“Do not regret growing older. It is a privilege denied to many.” –Author unknown.
Every year brings 365 sunrises and sunsets, just like the ones I captured close to my home this weekend. The more of these you get to see, the luckier you are.
Kansas is known for our beautiful sunrises and sunsets. And speaking of our home state, it will celebrate its 158th birthday on Tuesday, January 29th. So, if you see me wearing my gaudy sunflower pin this Tuesday, you will be expected to recall that it is in honor of Kansas’s birthday.
Happy Birthday Kansas!
We quietly observed Mom’s birthday last week, and we will observe Gail’s next month with–hopefully–a lot of noise.
May we all embrace aging as gracefully as Gail does, and may we all age with as much wisdom, love and peace as Mom did.
“He who dies with the most birthdays wins.” —My friend Kelly, who turned 57 last week.