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Mortality views at 60 Here's the next repost
as promised - I think it's relevant to the current musings on mortality
and somewhat echoes Kathryn's thoughts about the shift in attitude as one
ages. I originally posted it to asm last year, in response to the (edited)
comment below.
I'm not sure what is wrong with having fear of death and decay show. I fear both. Maybe in another 40 years, I won't. Is the general consensus that we should accept both without regret?
For me it was a horrifyingly scary event when I first was totally unable to recall something I thought I knew really well, and equally bad one day when I was totally unable to figure out how to fit two parts together (I don't remember what of;-) I sat down and cried - and I was _not_ a crier, having being brainwashed into the idea that only sissies cry. My husband laughed and said not to worry he'd have it done for me right away - but it was the fact that I couldn't do it myself that had flung me into panic and despair. I was certain that I had now started the inexorable slide into Alzheimers... My decreased memory continued to worry me terribly for quite a while - despite the fact that it was still good, it was nothing like my formerly phenomenal one. I had perforce to change my whole way of operating and started to shift into gentler more diffuse mode and became more inclined to delegate and trust other people more. Gradually as time wore on, I became used to it and since it didn't get any worse I stopped worrying so much. "Decay" no longer seemed quite so inevitable. My most troublesome perimenopausal problems were mental/emotional and over a year or so I did huge amounts of reading of philosophy/religion/psychology trying to reassure myself about things which had troubled me for a long time. In the process I also indulged in much navel-gazing and soul-searching and in the end emerged with a new view of the workings of the cosmos and my place in it. A combination of what was then called the "new physics" and spirituality resulted in my coming to view death as an interesting excursion into new territory and I was and am perfectly content(even pleased) to be recycled in the future. That was death - and death is final. But what about decay - what about the _manner_ of dying? I didn't have that problem settled yet but I was healthy and not much deteriorated from before so I didn't waste much time worrying about it. I had always trusted my body to do what was required and very rarely went to the doctor. All the hype about osteoporosis etc hadn't started yet so I welcomed period cessation and even more my new unheard of emotional stability. I had known plenty of old female battle axes and I had no expectation of being anything other than a force to be reckoned with until my dying day. Then my doctor retired and the new one suggested HRT. He was very reasonable and insisted it was my decision and did his best to educate me about it. He said he was in favour of it on the whole - but it was my decision and I made the decision to give it a try. At *that* point I started to decay. The provera made me nauseous etc and I had to cut it down to the point where I wondered if it were effective and I started saying I'd seen the doctor more in the last year then in the previous twenty. This doctor moved away, his replacement was young and inexperienced so insisted on doing everything by the book and doing every test available as a baseline (Canada here - he didn't profit) before he'd take anybody on - and there was no other doctor. He immediately found a breast "thickening" and said get off premarin this instant then go for a mammogram - which came back OK so I had to go for an ultrasound. Throughout this time I was becoming more and more despairing and panicky, having fits of uncontrollable shakes in the middle of the night, being scared to be left alone and soon onto lorazepam. Meanwhile, he's ordered an EKG without telling me, found a strange noise in my carotid artery so sent me off for an echo testing thingy while muttering about my parents unfortunate deaths by strokes. Follow that up with a visit to the cancer specialist - breast Ok, cardiac specialist - arterial noise weird yes but doesn't seem to matter any, and I emerge extremely shaken after a month of my whole body-health image being attacked. By then I was convinced that I was indeed decaying and a terrible lingering death lay ahead for me. Well says the doc now you can go back on the premarin provera routine. No thank you say I - I don't need it. Osteoporosis he says Naah say I - no risk factors. DEXA scan - 23% loss. No hormones say I, no way. Didronel then - 2weeks on every three months OK Try it for a year - 1st and third OK, 2nd and 4th hell on earth. Quit that. So after 6 years trouble free post menopause, I suffer 2 ½ years increasing decay caused by my extreme suggestibility to well meaning scaremongering, and the ill effects of drugs which may or may not have helped the proposed deterioration I never knew I was suffering from. Not exactly a good use of medicine in my case I think. So here I was at 62 feeling unconcerned at the prospect of death as such but nevertheless leery as to how I would go about doing it. I had contemplated breast cancer and cardiovascular disease and the cancer threat was infinitely worse. The intensity of my response to the prospect of mutilation amazed me. Like everybody I think, I most feared a lingering death - give me a good plane crash or a massive stroke. Then a good friend who had been "cured" of breast cancer 27 years before confessed that for the last five years the cancer had been back and it had spread throughout her body. She had told no one except her family till it could no longer be hidden because she had seen what had happened to others who did - they ceased being related to as who they were and became defined by their cancer. About 9 months later she died - but in those months she demonstrated to me that "decay" is no excuse for not living. Despite becoming weaker and weaker, she cracked jokes, and was always interested in what was going on. She showed absolutely no self pity and incredibly felt very little pain, only having morphine on the last day though her doctors could not believe that she was not in agony given the x rays. She died at home in peace and with her life in order. Watching her those months eradicated my fear entirely and I now know that physical decay can be ignored and spiritual life will continue as usual. I feel infinitely freed by this realization and consider it the greatest gift she gave me in 27 years of friendship. (I also make my motto "Do it now"!) If you're still with
me (I didn't expect to be so long)this is a roundabout way of saying I
think it's normal to be afraid at your age, but equally normal to accept
without regret at an older age - though it takes some work and a faith
in the inherent rightness of things. And so far as I'm concerned , the
less drugs for "prevention" the better.
Mortality view -about- 60 plus: Me: age 55 Great to hear your full story, tishy. There is much that can be learned from it. Makes me think that I should try to tell my tale too to see if I can find out where I am going on this whole mortality issue. My understanding right now is that the train has left the station, I will die and there is no way to not plan for this as the ultimate outcome, yet it seems so far away and abstract that those are easy words to say. This may also be because both my parents are still alive and living independently in their early 80's, though in a bit of pain primarily due to joints and back, but no hint yet of what their terminal illness might be. And acquaintances are already starting to die right now. This disease thing too is an issue I think about. Which one of the possible terminal illnesses will be mine. I joke that I will be killed by a terrorist bomb in North Africa when I am in my 80's on a scuba diving trip. Being ill or infirm has not been in my life history so I can not contemplate a physical infirmity. After my divorce over 20 years ago, I have lived pretty much by my own schedule and choices so there is little that I have not been able to do that was part of my life wish list. It -has- been a selfish life. And this feels like a loss in some ways now as there are no things on the horizon or unmet expectations which can fuel my present interests. Nothing outside of my own life and my own choices is making any demands upon me. Life is basically good and right now it is just more of the same. A bit of adventure travel in remote parts of the world, civic activities, a few days of satisfying work and occasional high cultural events. But much of what I do feels a bit like make-work, a forced filling of time and I wonder how retirement in 10 years will feel. I envy a bit those with families and relationships only for the drive they add to one's life. But I also think that I am now too content in singlehood to make much effort to add someone into my life. But this is still an open possibility. Retirement is my next 10 year plan. I see myself doing house exchanges for several months in foreign countries and immersing myself in different cultures and languages. I see myself involved in life-long learning whether in our local adult education classes or Elderhostel. But I don't see myself developing any totally new interests that passionately absorb me, and that I miss. Yet the computer is something totally new and it has had a consuming passion in my life, so I guess I can not make any guesses about what else, unknown now, that will be on my horizon that may momentarily take over my life. A mission, a passion. They used to touch me unbidden, but now they seem to be only from a conscious choice and this is an entirely different orientation for me now. I can choose, but what do I choose. I can remember hating and getting ripped apart by consuming passions that felt they came from outside of myself, but now there seems to be a heavy burden knowing that I an now captain of my own ship. I love learning new things. I just love finding a subject that totally absorbs all of my interest, as the subject of menopause absorbed me for the last 3 years. This was a fascinating exploration for me. It was a mental trip into terra incognita. A blank slate that took every part of my intellectual, emotional and intuitive being to transverse. So I guess I am seeing my life in 10 year chunks right now, where death in its randomness could enter at any time. The next 10 years is preparing for retirement in making sure I have adequate financial resources and that my options remain open to even continue working or changing what I do for a living or not working at all. I love the idea of not -having- to work, that a income check will come in regardless. But I do not mind actually working. I have jobs that can continue part time but they are tyrants right now working against any spontaneous planning and that is what I think I will like best after retirement. That I can have the income and the time flexibility to follow my whims. This sounds so great. There is little unfinished external business left in my life. I wanted to travel around the world and I did extensively. I followed all of my educational goals and I feel very involved and productive in the community I live in so should I die tomorrow, it would be okay. But I simply do not think of this as real possibility and I wonder how hollow my words like this would actually be if I did have to face a terminal health crisis. My emotional life traveled from the pits to the peaks as Gail Sheehey talked about in "New Passages" over the last 20 years, esp post divorce. I conquered (by surrendering to and learning from) both a life-long clinical depression and debilitating panic attacks and feel that this was my most important personal work. I relish every day since 1986, when my life finally turned a new corner and my long dark night of the soul finally came into the light of inner safety and security. I also survived a co-dependent relationship with an exceptionally charming alcoholic and that too was an accomplishment of deep inner pride. I was emotionally at loose ends during all that time my other women friends were raising their children. My concerns were far more selfish and self-centered, but my entire survival seemed to depend on my own years of indulgent introspection. Those years were my late 30's to early 40's. My grimmest years. I stay away from doctors as I do not want them trying to scare me. I feel healthy, have good health habits and feel doctors will find something, anything wrong with people our age, yet not really know what is normal and okay versus their implicit need to find something wrong. I am committing to my future by remodeling my kitchen which is the largest commitment I have made recently in my life. My house is almost paid for. I live modestly, but in a wonderful area and have a very convenient life so I miss little by my modest lifestyle. I gain a good deal of freedom by these life simplifying choices and as I said, right now that is my goal. I realize my life in the past has had these 10 year goal increments. First ten were devoted to marriage and grad school for my former husband and a new house. (20's) Then 10 years of divorce and adjusting to the single life style. (30's) Then 10 years of going back to school and developing a new career (40's). And now my 50's have been this laying low and preparing for retirement phase which I am in the middle of right now. So I guess if all I can really do is contemplate the next 10, the 60's, I see it as my freedom decade to follow whims and not be tied to any daily responsibilities and obligations. Right now I will leave the 70's for another time, to construct while I am in my 60's. But each stage has had its tragedies and rewards and there is just about nothing that I regret. Each thing was in its own time. I think it took me a really long time to "grow-up." But I do feel pretty responsible today for the way my life is going so lengthy in process or not, it was hard work but done pretty well, in the long run for me today. My long ramble to add to this thread. And also remember vividly when I too broke down and cried at the beginning of menopause after misplacing my car keys. I had always been able to reconstruct my prior activities and retrace my steps to find missing articles. But in those early days, I finally realized something had happened to that kind of steel trap mind I used to have and I could not even remember my past actions from even a few minutes ago after arriving in my house with my keys in hand. This is when luckily I heard about's Sheehey's new book "Silent Passages" and my two year older sister also talked about losing her short term memory too. And in time I realized that I had also lost all of my obsessive and punishing thoughts from the past and my punishing thoughts about the future along with my short term memory and I decided that in all, this memory loss was a good thing for me. It demanded that I live consciously in the present and not just go through my day kind of "sleepwalking" and not being really aware of what I was doing in exactly every moment. I geared down to be much more in the present and thought through my everyday acts far more consciously, so again this just was not a bad trade-off. Plus as soon as I bought a hand-full of extra keys, I never lost another one again. Were the extra keys a placebo effect? And I developed coping skills and a steady supply of notes to myself or a mental discipline to remind myself to put my keys in one place -always- and to -always- remind myself where my car was parked and -always right down my appointments. And I survived menopause intact. So tishy, our voice
from the age 60's. What observations can you give about planning for that
decade? Or is the gift of that age to give up planning?
Response to jinell's post above Great to hear your full story, tishy. There is much that can be learned from it. Makes me think that I should try to tell my tale too to see if I can find out where I am going on this whole mortality issue.This concept resonates with me - the idea that by talking we can find out what we think. Often we have the idea that we should know what we are talking about before beginning to talk or write, but I think that's a sure way to stifle creativity, not to mention stult understanding of ourselves. My understanding right now is that the train has left the station, I will die and there is no way to not plan for this as the ultimate outcome, yet it seems so far away and abstract that those are easy words to say.I would quibble with this, though I may be just nitpicking. Unless you are planning to commit suicide, I would think it more reasonable to say that you are planning life for what you know to be a finite time. I really believe that my choice of words affects the way I relate to things and I'm definitely not planning on death, though I know it's inevitable. After all, isn't it only things that aren't inevitable that can be planned? This may also be because both my parents are still alive and living independently in their early 80's, though in a bit of pain primarily due to joints and back, but no hint yet of what their terminal illness might be. And acquaintances are already starting to die right now.This surprises me - I'm 10 years older, and only one contemporary among my immediate circle has died. Maybe I just don't know many people! Others have said the same thing though and I wonder why. Even with only one loss, I am very aware of the need for younger friends to complement age peers. There can be nothing more bleak than to be the only one left alive.. This disease thing too is an issue I think about. Which one of the possible terminal illnesses will be mine. I joke that I will be killed by a terrorist bomb in North Africa when I am in my 80's on a scuba diving trip. Being ill or infirm has not been in my life history so I can not contemplate a physical infirmity.I don't believe that a terminal *illness* (in an ongoing sense) is inevitable. Apart from your terrorist attack, you could simply drop dead - people do. My mother fell off her chair while eating a quick sandwich before going for a perm, and my grandfather was found at 80+ with his feet on the floor but body fallen back on the bed. The day before he'd been wading in the sea and acting like a 10 year-old. All the same, I know what you mean - *if* there is to be a terminal illness which one is likely? Allowing for heredity, mine is likely to be a stroke - hopefully massive as is also the family trend. When I was younger and worrying about something, I would tell myself "sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof" in a usually futile attempt to lessen my anxiety. Now I don't need try anymore because this is part of my established worldview. What does it matter *what* the end may be? I'll just get on with living and deal with it when it comes. I'm talking of abandoning worry, not casting caution to the winds! After my divorce over 20 years ago, I have lived pretty much by my own schedule and choices so there is little that I have not been able to do that was part of my life wish list. It -has- been a selfish life. And this feels like a loss in some ways now as there are no things on the horizon or unmet expectations which can fuel my present interests. Nothing outside of my own life and my own choices is making any demands upon me.I think this has to be a basic difference between the situation for those who live alone and those who have ongoing relationships, especially where children are involved. Typically for women in their fifties who have children, responsibilities are greatly lessened as the children leave home and they are freed up to do things which they couldn't before - a sort of "Goody, what's next?" situation. You however, have already done the things you wanted to and are now saying something like "What's left?". But much of what I do feels a bit like make-work, a forced filling of time and I wonder how retirement in 10 years will feel.This is certainly a consideration. I believe it essential to have something to retire *to*. Without too much effort of imagination I can hypothesize that we repeat a type of retirement several times in our lives. In each case, something important and time consuming and which to some degree defines us is let go. The trick is *to* let go, move on into new things and not feel that something's been wrenched from us and in the process lessened us. I'm thinking of menopause, the giving up of (active) motherhood, retirement from work, physical slowing down which transforms us from movers and shakers to watchers and advisers. And younger people *do* accept advice gratefully once the trick of waiting to be asked is mastered! Then there is the process Kathryn mentioned - the retirement from being a spouse which must be terribly painful - maybe the earlier retirements will have afforded sufficient practice in adapting to change to ease this a little. You, jinelle, like other divorced people, have already weathered this. I envy a bit those with families and relationships only for the drive they add to one's life.Ihave found the addition of grandchildren has added interest to my life and a much greater family togetherness. It seems as though having children of their own has made our children closer to us. They ask advice and offer physical assistance which becomes increasingly welcome - and surprisingly (to me anyway) they also offer emotional support. I'm very grateful to have them. Retirement is my next 10 year plan. I see myself doing house exchanges for several months in foreign countries and immersing myself in different cultures and languages. I see myself involved in life-long learning whether in our local adult education classes or Elderhostel. But I don't see myself developing any totally new interests that passionately absorb me, and that I miss. Yet the computer is something totally new and it has had a consuming passion in my life, so I guess I can not make any guesses about what else, unknown now, that will be on my horizon that may momentarily take over my life.I am ambivalent about Elderhostel. It's often a place to meet loads of interesting people but it's also more expensive than a couple like us can do on our own. For a single person it's more economical, but a couple pays twice for lodging - which they wouldn't do in a motel. We'vee also found the other participants vary greatly according to the courses offered, which only makes sense but sometimes it's a case of choosing betwen the venue/cost and the company! Usually it's been the company which has been the main attraction as we live in a small rural town where like minds are hard to come by. A mission, a passion. They used to touch me unbidden, but now they seem to be only from a conscious choice and this is an entirely different orientation for me now. I can choose, but what do I choose. I can remeber hating and getting ripped apart by consuming passions that felt they came from outside of myself, but now there seems to be a heavy burden knowing that I an now captain of my own ship.I have always felt the need for an obsession - and as you say they seem to come from outside and grab me. For a while they would devour them then suddenly poof! Been there, done that.... Of late they have been harder to find (or to be found by) and that leaves me discontented - but then I always was between them. When I was first postmenopausal, I revelled in my own predictability and the new found calmness that replaced the hormonally driven swings. Now I even miss the fits of weeping and the "calmness" has become "blahness". I think much creative drive is hormonally driven by surges of energy and instability. Generally speaking I despise Freud's theories - but his view of creativity as a sublimination of sexual energy makes some sense to me. Didn't Jung too define libido as life force of all types - not just sexual energy? So I guess I am seeing my life in 10 year chunks right now, where death in its randomness could enter at any time. The next 10 years is preparing for retirement in making sure I have adequate financial resources and that my options remain open to even continue working or changing what I do for a living or not working at all.I'm sure this is vital - the resources don't need to be great if your needs aren't going to be great, but they should be there to meet your needs if at all posssible. The ability to work or not afterwards is a good insurance - both psychologically and financially. I did a little after retirement in a consulting capacity and it was just enough to allow me to taper off without sudden break from all that went before. I am not wildly sociable but even I need *some* social interaction I love the idea of not -having- to work, that a income check will come in regardless. But I do not mind actually working. I have jobs that can continue part time but they are tyrants right now working against any spontaneous planning and that is what I think I will like best after retirement. That I can have the income and the time flexibility to follow my whims. This sounds so great.That is the great wonderfulness of retirement -*if* you have the financial resources. It's what I like best about it. We can (and have) read an ad in the Saturday travel section for a hot deal and by the end of the next week be gone to wherever, usually at half the regular price. While we were both teaching we were forced to travel at the crowded - and expensive - times. Of course we've always had the motto "if you'll pay, we'll go" so we did get to travel extensively thanks to exchanges and migration schemes even before retirement. I stay away from doctors as I do not want them trying to scare me. I feel healthy, have good health habits and feel doctors will find something, anything wrong with people our age, yet not really know what is normal and okay versus their implicit need to find something wrong.I am in semi agreement with this though being in Canada there isn't the same financial incentive for doctors. I related my experience in the post which started this thread but the doctor who so scared me maybe three years ago is now an ally - we have got the measure of each other and I trust him. He in turn doesn't claim to be omniscient, is willing to listen to the results my internet research and always *offers* me treatment rather than "requires" it. I see him roughly every three months for a BP medication prescription and he runs over me in a mini physical which I initially resented (or feared the outcome maybe) but once I found that he didn't find anything I equated it more to a periodical service of my car. If it lasts longer, why wouldn't I? If he does find something one day I'm likely to pay attention. However I certainly don't run to him inbetween these necessary visits. Sometimes I even pay the $6 for a phonein repeat. I suppose that $6 is a laughable sum to the Americans here, but it's new with our recent cutbacks. I am committing to my future by remodeling my kitchen which is the largest commitment I have made recently in my life. My house is almost paid for. I live modestly, but in a wonderful area and have a very convenient life so I miss little by my modest lifestyle. I gain a good deal of freedom by these life simplifying choices and as I said, right now that is my goal.I would say that you are missing nothing by living modestly - you conserve your resources for the things you *really* want to do. We too fixed things up though before retirement - sort of on the "maybe we won't be able to afford it later" principle and also thinking that doing something that's going to last 25 years is going to outlast us so get it done while it's not yet a hassle. One always has to factor in diminishing ability to cope independently, while not actually *expecting* this to be of any real consequence for a long long time. (And with the help of a terorist or two - never ;-) I suppose much depends on a person's personality but I agree that freedom is the thing to aim at - freedom from financial constraints, unwanted obligations, and minimal physical constraints etc. So I guess if all I can really do is contemplate the next 10, the 60's, I see it as my freedom decade to follow whims and not be tied to any daily responsibilities and obligations.This is how it's worked out for us and it is truly wonderful. There is however a need for connection to society at large which does place some obligations though not on a day to day basis. Without some sort of tethering stability it is easy to become disoriented or discontent - just like the lack of a passion/obsession. I find I need a base to work from - but the complete freedom to leave the base at will is the supreme luxury for me. So tishy, our voice from the age 60's. What observations can you give about planning for that decade? Or is the gift of that age to give up planning?I think I said what I could somewhere in my three part reply - but you got it right so far as I am concerned about the lack of planning in the 60s. The possibility of spontaneity is it's greatest gift. However there is definitely more physical (body) constraint and there's need for a contingency plan should illness occur or surgery be necessary - not only financial insurance but social "insurance". Who will look after you if you need it? It could be city provided services (if such things exist in the US), it could be private services - but a willing friend or relative is so much more preferable. There's no such thing as too many "friends" but if it's possible to have a couple who are really close and really know as you truly are then they are a godsend in adversity. And there *will* be adversity - as you said, there always has been so why would it change now? The difference is that as we age, there is a greater chance of it being physical. Tishy Jinelle and now Tishy, I really did appreciate and read your posts on this topic. And I am thinking. I guess I worry about the idea we need to be doing something <special> in our lives all the time. What about the little things? What about this new <simplicity> movement going on now? I guess my goal in the future is to enjoy life, and that does not necessarily mean to be doing new or exotic things. Not that I don't dream of travel and love going places, but really what are the things we really remember the most about our trips? The unexpected little things that happened? The people we talked with? the flowers, the trees? (Well we all have our own little things we like, I like flowers, especially wild flowers ) But I like these things at home too. I just need to take the time to stop and appreciate the things around me a little bit more. Or is this just new age swarmy marmy stuff. Something to read about. Reading about making bread for example. I would love to make bread at least I think I would love to make bread. So why don't I do it? Anyone read the cookbook Laura's kitchen where she lovingly describes making her husbands bag lunch? It sounded so nice, but I HATE making lunches. So one lesson not learned. So I guess my goal for my 60's is to see what I do like to do and to make sure I put aside enough time to do it. Maybe just sitting and reading about how nice other people feel about doing things is enough. [ That is if I can get off the computer long enough to read ] It can be very satisfying to just think and feel and do nothing. Anyone read Sue Bender's book Plain and Simple, a woman's journey to the Amish? This is a satisfying book to read, not that in reality I would be satisfied living the life of an Amish woman, but who knows? At least it made me think. Here is a quote taken at random when I opened the book, I don't know the context. But the idea of <being> in the universe..... [quote] "In the Zen tradition a person goes through years of work to achieve self-forgetfulness. The Amish almost seem to have that quality in their genes. All equal, individually linked to God, each one knew that he or she was a necessary part in a larger universe." The author probably doesn't understand what she is talking about, or she would be sitting and weeding or something simple like that herself instead of writing a book. But that aside, <grin> I like the idea of trying to center my life on what is important. If I can go to Paris (or wherever that is not a place high on my list) and center my life so much the better. Kathryn
I'm responding to both Jinelle's and Tishy's posts about mortality in the 60s. I think my feelings about mortality have been "fast-forwarded" to some extent by a forced early retirement due to my shoulder injury, and my lack of success getting a third career as a freelance writer started. I'm going through a phase of self-doubt right now, and that doesn't feel good. Being an only child, as well as single and child free by choice, I have had to cope alone with both my Mother's death and my Father's uncertain but impending death. So it's something I think about a lot lately. But I certainly agree, and this is something I have had very much confirmed by my participation in a.s.m., is that I do *not* want to use drugs, and specifically HRT. I do not condemn women who choose this route for their own reasons, but I know it's not for me. I personally feel the less I "do" to my body (aside from trying to eat right and exercise more) the better. I too feel there are not any major unresolved issues in my life: I've had two interesting careers (various positions in advertising for 9 years, 20 years as a legal assistant); I've traveled to many of Europe's music and opera festivals; I never found a "perfect" relationship but have had some interesting ones and, in the last few years, met some fascinating people of all ages and genders. But I do feel myself at a crossroads right now: what do I want to do with the rest of my life and how much time will I want to have? Best wishes, RuthJ |
Lately I have been
waking up at about 3 in the morning, and I lie there, unable to sleep.
I started thinking about all those accounts by people who died and came
back--how they went through a tunnel, etc., and then were told they had
to go back because they still had something to accomplish.
At three in the morning, facing another day at work with too little sleep, I began asking myself, "What is left for me to do with my life?" My children are grown, and I see my grandson far too seldom. There is an old woman up the street whose health at 87 is declining, and I see her often, and then there is my mother, who will need more of my love and care. But that is only one area of purpose, I think now--caring for others. Soon after my daughter moved to her own apartment, I became a hospice volunteer, because I just didn't know what to do with myself with no one to "take care of." It was intense and very rewarding--I have written about it at http://www.public.usit.net/jackiej/Jane.html but I stopped hospice work when I became overwhelmed with my menopausal depression and physical difficulties. I have spent my whole life "trying to be good." Menopause (now about three years past) turned everything upside down for me: all the rules are changed, inside and out. And I am learning that life just goes on, we keep waking up, and this time my life has more choices than ever! Because there is no one at home but me. I hope to retire in five years, and that has focused me for sure; I want to be in shape financially and physically by then; I have begun looking for a small house to buy. But I instinctively know that first I must turn my need to care for others to caring for myself for awhile--I'm not doing so well these days. For the first time, I am stiff and unenergetic, and much of that comes from my weight gain during my HRT experiment of a couple of years ago. Now it is six in
the morning, and I am sitting here, with my whole life in front of me,
and I just want to go back to bed and weep. If I were to "go through the
tunnel," I would be sent back to pull myself together, I think....Jackie,
still learning
Although I'm 52, I'm posting on this thread because this message touched me very much and because perhaps I am feeling more like 62. I seem to age in 10 year "spurts"; this happened between 40 and 42 also; turning 40 was a time for celebration, but by the time I was 42 I'd started having anxiety attacks and made a very foolish mess of my life by moving to Seattle; by the time I got back to San Francisco at 44 I felt I had "aged 10 years". Again turning 50 was a great celebration for me but now at 52 I feel I've aged 10 years. Undoubtedly there's more of my life behind me than in front of me and I have neither a husband or children to "anchor" my identity as a wife, ex-wife, mother, or mother of grown children, so my sense of identity must come from within, and right now I am not certain what that is. Several years ago I said that my goals in life were to be involved in business and in the arts, and to meet interesting people, and those are still my goals, but I do not have any overwhelming need to do anything in particular right now, which I probably why I feel so "lost". One of my major complaints right now is a lack of energy, which obviously is tied to the insomnia (which continues to improve but is not gone); my trainer tells me to get more exercise but I am not certain she has ever experienced what I have heard other women refer to as "crashing fatigue". When I was having my anxiety attack on Thursday the thought occurred to me that I could be having a heart attack; the last time I felt like that was a little over 10 years ago and I did have some tests done and there was nothing wrong with my heart -- it was just stress. One thing though I know for *certain*: were I to see that tunnel now, I know I'd have to come back to stay a while with my Father. RuthJ |