Hi George,
I just happened to read this post-- no reason- it just got in the way of my mouse, and there it was. But the poor little Coach, whom I envisioned staggering along behind a walker or shuffling like Tim Conway's little old man (remember him?), caught my attention. I just posted a quickie at DAR- about my being embarrassed for people when they weren't and I wondered if you were feeling bad for someone who doesn't feel at all bad about herself. She even sounds proud!
Does she enjoy the walking, or feel it at least slows the rotting and thus creates some feeling of accomplishment? Why does being able to do things less well, or losing some of your ability to be as independent as you once were in the physical sense, make you feel as if you were losing your essence. For all we know you are lying in a bed, catheterized and helpless, and typing with your nose, but you are George because of your thoughts and ideas and wit.
That's the essence. Losing that is what scares me.
If you talked about this elsewhere, I apologize and I'll catch up tomorrow! |
