Another Cross Roads

Unplug  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.SIgn

About Bonnie

Breast Cancer survivor owned by one old Shelty and a 3 pound Yorkie named Mimzy!
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