37 bar falls 30.08 3mph dewpoint 29 Spring
Waxing Crescent Moon of Growing
It happens to each of us from time to time. A slap in the face, either gentle or harsh, that says you’re getting old. Jane West, my opthamologist, whom I consider a friend, gave me one today.
“You have a slight cataract.”
“Oh.”
“Yes, I’ve been drawing it for several visits. It’s not significant. It’s a normal 60 years old cataract.”
“Oh.” Not knowing there was such a thing. And I had one.
“Will it progress?”
“Yes. But how fast depends on so many things. General health. (good) Diet, especially anti-oxidants. (I start my day with at least 3/4 cup of blueberries in my oatmeal.) Diabetes. (nope) Family propensity. (Don’t think so.) So, it’s nothing to worry about.”
I believe her. She’s always been straight with me, a quality I prefer. Still, a normal 60 year olds cataract? I’ve never wanted to be normal and definitely not in age-related phenomena. I want to be age-defying, younger than my years, in really good shape for a guy…with the usual cataracts. Sigh. I know these are forlorn and at one level even harmful hopes. In these matters I prefer a large dose of contradiction. I wish to be younger than my years, yet aging gracefully.