We are not in a wheelchair, yet, with humped shoulders, fat middles, and many physical limitations. I do not believe I will get in a wheelchair unless I get hit by a truck or something. There is no sign I will get worse and have complications if I follow the latest advice and instructions. I never have depression since I learned that it is anger turned inward. I have learned to like me and I have learned skills so that I am good at doing a few things that give me pleasure instead of disappointment. I never had a job outside of the home, except for a few years, and now I realize how terrific that time was for me and my children.
I think of the wheelchair and am happy that I escaped it when I had my back surgery. Another victory! I would rather be well than to have a cookie. I don't like chocolate cake and I really don't like mashed potatoes and gravy. I can put a smile on my face and be pleased most of the time. Once in a great while I have a big cry and sob until I am exhausted. Someone talks to me and I get back up and go at life again. I am in training for success, like the young athletes I could never be. I am 84. There may not be too many years left. I can still win a few victories, little ones. And I color my hair to erase the gray. Who knows I am declining with this smile on my face. Dorisena