If you had told me when I started documenting my seventies, that I would still be doing it almost twelve years later, I would have laughed. If you had told me that I would be writing about the state of my body when I was eighty-one, I would have thought you were crazy.
But here I am to tell you that my body is still working pretty well. It’s not as quick as it used to be, but then not raising kids while working full time, it’s OK to slow down.
Here’s an update.
My blood pressure is fine and my weight is stable. I still exercise daily at the gym or at home. My hair is a little more silver, but not completely. I am living with the uncertainty of breast cancer, but I don’t think about it every day as I did when it was diagnosed last November. The knee that was new in 2007 is still a miracle.
The anti-cancer drug I have to take makes me a bit sleepy around five pm every day so for the first time in my life I try to pencil in a daily 20-minute nap.
On the downside, it looks like my second knee is about to give up. We’re trying cortisone and exercise, but I see the handwriting on the wall, and I don’t like it.
My head still works pretty well (except for remembering names) and I am grateful for that and about a million other things.