This is a post I wrote in 2011. In honor of my recent change in age, I thought I’d share it:
I’ve been thinking more about days lately and less about months or years. Maybe it’s because Mom’s ninetieth birthday is coming up. When you’re ten or twenty years old, being ninety is something you can’t imagine, but when you’re next birthday will bring a Medicare card, imagining it is a little easier. Realizing that your days are numbered and that number is dwindling makes you look at them a little differently. (more…)
I subscribe to several newsletters that deal with caregiving, Alzheimer’s, and related issues. I don’t always read the articles because a lot of them report medical studies that I don’t understand. However, since I’m always on the lookout for blog topics, I usually scan the headlines and the first few sentences. Recently I’ve seen several articles announcing scientific progress in identifying people who are at risk for Alzheimer’s years before they actually develop symptoms. Some of these early detection methods involve simple blood tests while others require a complicated analysis of DNA to identify certain chromosomes. The most recent test I learned about was an analysis of the spinal fluid.
The one article I haven’t seen is the one announcing a cure for this insidious disease. Since the results of existing treatments are questionable, I’m not sure I would want to know if I had Alzheimer’s.
I don’t know if we had health insurance when I was a child. When I had a sore throat that wouldn’t go away, I went to the doctor, and the rest of the time, I didn’t give any thought to healthcare. Now our entire way of life revolves around the subject.
Health insurance became a personal issue years later after I was married and wanted to start a family. Maternity coverage was excluded from many insurance plans, and if it was included at all, there were stringent limitations. My husband was considering changing jobs, and one of the normal coverage limitations was that maternity benefits didn’t kicked in for a year after the inception of a new policy. On (more…)
Christian recently blogged about the agonies of turning 40, and being the understanding mother that I am, I commented that getting old is not for sissies. David and I had an up close and personal experience with that yesterday. (more…)
I mentioned in an earlier post that I have CLL, a lazy kind of leukemia that so far has done nothing but raise my white blood cell count and cost my insurance company a ton of money. Last December I had to get a CT scan to check on some deeply buried lymph nodes and to get (more…)
I’ve been thinking more about days lately and less about months or years. Maybe it’s because Mom’s 90th birthday is coming up. When you’re 10 or 20 years old, being 90 is something you can’t imagine, but when you’re next birthday will bring a Medicare card, imagining it is a little easier. (more…)