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My granddog is visiting this week. Pippen came into our lives in the second year of my son’s illness, riding home from North Carolina as a tiny pup lying on John’s thigh. She was his constant companion until his death nine years later. Since then she’s lived primarily with my daughter and her family, along
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Last week would have been my 50th wedding anniversary. I made it halfway, divorcing after 25 years. Still, a lot. Now it’s a simple observance: “Oh yeah, this would be 50 years.” Yet I wonder if anyone who enters into marriage with any serious intent ever really forgets? So I’ll reminiscence for a moment. Age
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In December my lower back/hip hurt. A massage therapist helped a lot and encouraged me to get acupuncture. Since I am pretty steeped in traditional health care, I first messaged my rheumatologist to ask her opinion. (I have arthritic stenosis.) She responded with a referral to physical therapy and a prescription for a steroid. (I
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It was 2012 that I learned February 14 is National Donor Day. I learned this from my son John when he wrote a post (that became an op-ed in our local paper) while sitting in a dialysis chair. He was 28 at that time. Just the day before I had been approved to give him
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I planned to get this blog site up six months ago, but circumstances prevented that from happening. In those months I completely retired, started an energetic exercise program, began hospital volunteering, and engaged in a committed relationship (for the first time in many years). And I ended up in the hospital physically and emotionally broken
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Thirty years ago I wrote a book titled Your Aging Parents. Then a decade ago a friend with whom I am no longer in contact said, “You should write another book about us: Our Aging Selves. So Bonnie, thanks for the suggestion!
Our Aging Selves 