I am not sure quite how to post this without making the topic too heavy, but I have a fear about dying in a nursing home, like the poet Vassar Miller, who shares my disease but gained a greater recognition than I have yet.
http://www.stevenfordbrown.com/vassarmiller.htm
I know something about her last years, and I'm not sure how she had the strength to bear it, just as I am not sure how I'm going to avoid her fate. Since my late 30's it has been an increasing worry--stemming in part from the fact that my parents did institutionalize me, hoping orthopedic doctors would make me walk.
That didn't happen, but they did weaken me further, as is usually the case with physicians, unless you happen to be David Letterman.
I've told myself to wait a few years, try to achieve a few more writing goals, but by the time I hit 55, I'm going to be facing some hard choices.
It sounds just like an episode of ER, right?![]()


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