I don’t know if this would work or not. I think not. But being in Information Technology business, it is something to think about. I hope I am never on life support. That’s a gruesome thought isn’t it? Tubes. I hate tubes.
I guess I am pretty fortunate because before age 60 I never gave health a second thought. I managed my type 2 diabetes but it had never really given me any trouble. The meds gave me more trouble than the actual disease I thought. I think before I have written here that I thought it was a gift, because I change alot of my eating habits after that diagnosis in 1999.
But as we reflect over our lives and the choices we made , I am sure there is always going to be regrets. The one thing I find interesting is that we don’t even have an awareness of what most things are….until it hits us personally. We don’t have a clue. Hey…maybe that is the safety net?
This weekend I am suppose to get together with some other cancer survivors for a retreat out of town. It suppose to be fun. I have a cold that appears to be coming on and if it doesn’t disappear by tomorrow I will have to cancel. I surely would not want to make other cancer survivors sick. My roommate for the weekend just finished chemo yesterday. It would not be right. I am just not sure I even want to go.
I just want to pack my bags and move away. That’s what I have felt like lately. Seattle is a hard place to live during January and sometimes February and usually March ! LOL Oh how we wait for the tulips!! A sign that we survived yet another winter in Seattle.
Lately, I have just been thinking about retirement. I have been trying to figure out how to find a job. That hasn’t happened so I am open to maybe retiring once and for all. That is a tough decision. What does that mean? What will I do? Where will I live? Can I survive on that much money? For how long? and the ultimate question am I ready for the winter of life? Maybe retirement doesn’t have to be that? Maybe it could be fun. Maybe it might be wonderful.
Maybe not. Maybe not. Maybe so. I sit on the fence posts of life.
