This mood was brought on by the newspaper in which the editor felt it necessary to include 6 pages of expanded obituaries of celebrities who died in 2016. This annual death roll, while somewhat interesting, gave me pause. It was just a morbid page filler, but it included the deceaseds' ages at time of death.
Whoaaa! Wait a minute, they were all around my age. That sent me to Google. I needed to look up the average life time for Canadians. Females 81, males 77!!!! That only gives me 6 more years! But, I am still young. My physical fitness rivals that of a 50 year old.
Heart? Great, strong.
Lungs? Fantastic.
Mind, noisy but positive.
Yes, I am in great shape at almost 71.
But, there is just one thing.
I have parkinson's disease. And, after a plateau of 6 years, the disease is progressing. That evil SOB is going to win.
However, I will not let it get me down. My melancholy is fading. I can hear whispers in a far off room. They give me hope. New drugs, new therapies, and hey, maybe even a cure. Those whispers are getting louder, becoming real. They lift my spirits.
I intend to live beyond 77 and when I die, free of PD, promise me you will cremate my body and have my ashes spread on Michelle Pfeiffer.
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