In the past two months, the news of and dealing with Mrs. YDP's breast cancer has been pretty much all-consuming. As happens when these events hit, the sole objective is getting through the crisis; all other responsibilities, distractions, and pursuits either take a big back seat, or are forgotten entirely. Even work, with its massive stress in and of itself, is moved back to allow management of the crisis at hand.
That stress, well it comes with a toll. For me, that toll is physical. I'm shocked at how my looks have changed in just two months. My eyes are beset with bags, regardless of how much sleep I get. Wrinkles are more prevalent and more pronounced. What little hair that is left is turning grey at a record pace.
Three months ago I wrote about the uneven aging I'm seeing with my age cohorts.
I just caught up.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment
Please feel free to include any thoughts you may have. Know, however, that kiddos might be reading this, so please keep the adult language to yourself. I know, for me to ask that language is clean is a stretch...