IF MY BODY WERE A CAR...
If my body were a car, this is the time I would be thinking about trading
it in for a newer model. I've got bumps and dents and scratches in my
finish and my paint job is getting a little dull ... But that's not the
worst of it.
My headlights are out of focus and it's especially hard to see things up
close.
My traction is not as graceful as it once was. I slip and slide and skid
and bump into things even in the best of weather.
My whitewalls are stained with varicose veins.
It takes me hours to reach my maximum speed. My fuel rate burns
inefficiently.
But here's the wo rst of it --
Almost every time I sneeze, cough or laugh.....
either my radiator leaks or my exhaust backfires.
Caregiver for my Wonderful Husband Angelo, who has Metastatic Bladder Cancer.
Life isn't about how to survive the storm, but how to dance in the rain.
