The head-bone connected to the neck-bone
The neck-bone connected to the backbone
The backbone connected to the thighbone….
All of them conjoined and further connected by blood, nerves, and skin.
WHAT AN INTRICATE CREATION IS THIS AGED BLOGGER!
My various bones and other systems these days reveal the heavy wear and tear begun at birth in 1927 in a Williamsburg Brooklyn, cold-water flat.
My thick, once-dark hair is now snow white (always good for a seat on the “A” train).
Ample thought wrinkles – not frown lines – mark my inquiring brow.
My vision is severely limited by the glaucoma and macular degeneration, which led to legal blindness.
These days what the normal eye sees at 200 feet, I see at 20 feet.
Ingenious hearing devices relieve my deafness, so I go about hooked up with ear wires like so many other citizens.
While they may listen to Hip Hop or Beethoven I tune in on normal talk,
pleased just to be a consummate eavesdropper on life’s conversations.
I can neither run fast nor do I bend with alacrity, so I’ve learned to heed traffic lights and other signals meticulously. Of course, I avoid all marathons.
What I do best is eat plentifully, drink joyously, love my family, teach my students and read voraciously as I relish each day. And I talk too much.
Though my birth certificate contains no warranty, I was born contemporaneously with the Mercedes Benz and I think I’ve endured as
well.
Suddenly, the head -bone connected badly to the neck-bone.
Vision faltered, first it doubled then it became effaced.
MRI’s and other tests and then even more tests suggested
the carotid artery needed to be widened like a throughway.
Blood flow to the brain was problematical.
The talk was of operations.
But now it’s time for musicians to beat the drums and blow the trumpets.
Let joy be unconfined.
A major victory! A triumph of incredible magnitude!
The surgeon who tracked all the various signs and tests did NOT see the widening of the carotid as the way.
People do this to prevent strokes, he advised, but there are serious risks.
He cautioned watchfulness and care – but no Operation.
NO OPERATION! A MIRACLE OF MY OWN!
I think you are in good hands!
I love your blog. I am approaching 60 and your advice is being filed back there to be thought of later.
your friend in Tucson,
fran
Watchfulness and care… that sounds wise and practical. And, for the record, you are way cooler than the Mercedes Benz!!
Love,
Martha