When the Beatles came out with "When I'm Sixty-four", the idea of reaching that number was unthinkable to me......something I could not (at that time) fathom. Then 64 came and went without incident and 74 was a number unknowable, unthinkable, looming in the future. And now here I am.
I said earlier today that every day spent above ground is a good one and I will maintain that thought as long as possible.
Lately, it hasn't been easy. I am used to being active; used to working at least a few days a week, used to being able to shop "till I drop" (without dropping) but that has not been a possibility for months now. The docs tell me that I will feel 75% better after my surgery. Please, God, let it be so. Until that time, I am resting (and not at all happy about it).
The surgery is scheduled for November 14th.