One Clear Dot

Out in the garage we have a lot of things left over from when my step-father was alive. There is a shower stool, walkers, a wheelchair, toilet sets, and other medical equipment that he used to help him get around better in his last years, when he was weak.

I have been trying to talk my mother into donating it to the Hospice. She is convinced, however, that she herself will need the equipment one day soon. I suppose she is correct, though we have no idea about how soon. I, though, am struggling with seeing the reality of my own mother getting weak, sicker, needing to be treated as though she is elderly.

Somehow, in my mind, my mother is still a glowing 29-year-old playing with a 5-year-old me. I know in my mind that her cancer will one day weaken her further. Every day I fight off those thoughts. I focus on her current vitality. I cannot fathom a day when she is dependant on a walker or a wheelchair.

I’d love to know just what it was that kicked me into all these thoughts on aging today

Posted on April 14th, 2008 by onecleardot
Filed under: The Way People Think