I am going to replace this with a poem later. I’m about to transform from a person in their 60s to a person who is starting her 70s. I cannot even relate to that reality. But that IS my reality.
My 60s have not been kind,
except for the births of 4 of our 8 grandchildren.
At some point in the last decade, my body started talking to me,
and things are just not the same.
In my 60s, I started medication(s),
for various kinds of things,
moderate high blood pressure, and cholesterol,
moderate depression, sciatica,
and the latest– a non-existent cancer scare
that keeps me on another med for half a decade,
a precautionary measure that contributes to advanced aging…
not something I would have chosen at this point in time.
I get my walks in, when it decides not to rain,
a mile or two a day.
I no longer work full-time, but part-time from home,
sitting at my “office” desk in a spare bedroom,
talking to students on Zoom.
to be totally revised and reformed later………………
Doctor Grandma 