When I get older

Is it ok for me to be a bit lazy?
A bit unkempt?
Not care about dandelions?
Weigh more?
Want to lie around after lunch?
Maybe there is something I should be doing

Maybe there isn’t something I should be doing
Maybe I should be gazing at the navel of the universe
Maybe I should be gazing at the navel of the Beloved
Maybe I should not be doing all the time
Maybe I should wait
Maybe I should watch
Maybe I should appreciate
Being here

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I am posting this without a photograph.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: curtain.

Soldier on

Older
bolder
golder
told yer
moulder
soldier on

What is older? Anything and anyone older than me? At one point I have 5 women who are over 100 years old as patients. Two are 104. One is local indigenous tribe and tells me about white women moving to another pew if she sat down near them in church, back when she is in her twenties. I am apologetic at that visit because it is hospital week. Our pacific northwest hospital has chosen cowboys as the theme so being a bit oppositional defiant, I have braids with one feather hanging down. I swear that EVERY ONE of my indigenous patients comes in, including the 104 year old. I apologize, but they mostly seem amused by my rebellion.

They also influence me. Now when a 72 year old complains about being OLD, I say, “You are not old in my practice.” They look confused. I say, “I’ve had five people over 100 all at once, so you don’t get to complain about being old until you are 90.” People laugh, but they also usually look pleased. Over 100 is a LOT older than 72. When someone is over 100, I don’t really doctor them much. I might say, “This is what the book says we should do.” “I’m not doing that,” says my 101 year old. “Ok, cool.” I say. It’s hard to argue with.

And the joke about the centurian? What do you like best about turning 100? “No peer pressure.” Um, yes. I want them to tell ME what they’ve done to reach 100. The one thing that they all have in common is that they are all stubborn. I don’t know if stubbornness is what gets them there or if we just get more stubborn as we get older. Both, perhaps.

By stubborn, I don’t mean that they don’t learn and do new things. I had a woman in her upper 70s who I diagnosed with diabetes. At the next visit she said cheerfully, “I found these five apps for my phone. This one tells me the carbohydrates, this keeps track of the distance I walk, this one tracks my blood sugar.” I don’t remember what the other two did. This was a decade ago. She was retired from Microsoft. I wanted her to teach a class for me and all of my other diabetic patients.

My grandmother took classes in her 80s in lip-reading. She was going quite deaf and her hearing aides were not terribly helpful. She had videotapes and a rather shy teacher who would come to the house. She would glare at him and the videotapes. She attacked learning it like a piranha and was furious that she couldn’t learn it faster. I am like that too and my son learned some patience from the violin. He couldn’t play well immediately and found that practice works.

At what age is someone old? I think that’s moving target and the older we get, the older we think it is. I do think 104 is a lot older than 72. When does your culture think that people are old? My fierce grandmother said that she would look out her window. “I see little old ladies across the street and think, oh, poor things, they are so old. But then I think, OH, I am older then they are!” She died at age 93, fierce until the end and curious about death too. Her last words to my father were, “Look, Mac, I’m dying.” He said, “I’m looking,” and she stopped breathing. She was always curious and funny and could tease quite terribly and she and my mother butted heads and loved each other. She loved my father too, and me.

The photograph is my maternal grandmother, Katherine White Burling and it’s one I took.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: older.

Forever or not?

Once someone has cancer, do they have it forever?

I think that is a complex question. But one example comes to mind.

An older woman, in her early eighties, is seeing me. She wants to go back on hormone replacement.

“But you have a history of breast cancer.” I say.

“That was six years ago. And I took that horrible tamoxifen for 5 years and I still am having hot flushes after a year off it and I am sick of it. Give me hormones.”

“Hmmm.” I say. “Let me do some research.”

I call the oncology group south of us. This is over ten years ago when we had no oncologists in our county.

“How old is she?” Her oncologist is digging up her records. “Ok, got her. Hmmm. Well, she had a stage one cancer and a lumpectomy and five years of tamoxifen. THAT cancer is gone, for sure. If she wants hormone replacement, it puts her at a bit more risk for a new breast cancer, but the old one is gone. As long as she understands the risk.”

My patient is back and we negotiate. “Ok, the oncologist says your previous cancer is truly gone, but hormones put you at risk for a new breast cancer. At least, raise your risk a little.” Age is the biggest risk in women, if they do not have the abnormal BRCA I or II genes. “Also, if we have you on hormones, you have to do your mammogram, because I’d want to catch any cancer early. That’s the deal.”

“Fine, I want the hormones.” She signs a consent that I’ve prepared and we put her back on her hormone replacement.

“I want to hear from you, ok? Whether it works?”

She calls in a week, delighted. “No more hot flushes! I feel great!”

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I took the photograph at Mats Mats Bay last week. There is a sign about osprey nests. I look up and think, oh, yes! Pretty obvious if you look up!

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I don’t remember her exact age and I don’t remember if the five years was tamoxifen or one of the other hormone blockers. She could have been in her seventies. At first I thought, no way back on hormones! Then I thought, quality of life is important. Maybe I choose this photograph because the nest is out on a limb.

Some cancers ARE currently forever, especially those that are stage III or IV and metastatic. Maybe they won’t always be forever.