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It feels like a month that I was in the emergency room and heard the news.
Much conversation has transpired since then, but nothing concrete other than I have an appointment with a hand surgeon that will schedule investigative tests and an MRI and from there, the conference as to treatment.
Tonight, I'm not even going to guess what that treatment will be.
All I know is nothing has been the same since August 28th. I suspect things will change but what that change/those changes will be is what keeps one awake at night.
I'm not going to blame the mid 60's. My husband died at 62. A dear friend died at 54. I don't think age has much to do with illnesses and disabilities. Sure, we're not as nimble or quick. Yet I've never needed help to clean my house or sweep the porch...until I hit 65. We'll see what heading to 66 brings...
For now...I dream of a beach - it's where my heart finds peace...
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