Aging Fast with Cancer
If I were clever, I am sure that I could find a way to use the incredible frustration of trying to get behind the BIDMC firewall from our Maine cottae (in order to write this blog) as a parallel to the frustrations of aging. I am unable to think of one, however, so will just try to move along with today's theme.
On the positive side, having cancer pretty much eliminates most issues around aging. At least, speaing only for myself, I was thrilled to turn 50 (I remember calling it "the birthday that I never thought I would have") and even more delighted to see 60. I don't like my deteriorating vision, although the solace of that one is that I am less well able to see my deteriorating self in the mirror. I do strongly feel that I have earned every wrinkle and gray hair and sag and truly don't complain about them. I do whine sometimes about the functional losses--e.g. the above noted vision. Here in Maine, I surely notice that some mountains have gotten higher and harder to hike than they used to be, but I usually am able to keep the "Thank God I am still here to hike them" perspective.
Today's gift to you is a wonderul essay from The New York Times by Susan Gubar on cancer making us look and feel older than we are. Of course, there is no way to have the comparison--as in, we can't try it out both ways, but I suspect this is entirely true. Since I am here struggling to get through the Firewall, I won't even try to give you an enticing first pargraph, but here is the link, and I promise you will love it.