It’s almost time for our 60th Anniversary, and this year, instead of going to Saratoga for the Travers Stakes and spending time with our good friend, Michael, we are stuck here at home because, guess what? We are old now.
My wonderful husband is 83, and ailing with chronic back pain, even though he had extensive back surgery years ago. The pain never stops. And now, he’s also recovered from that pneumothorax last November, but has COPD, and it’s no joke. He has medicine, and inhalers, and bravely works out three days a week. But the driveway? Heck, it’s long. And while he used to go up and down with ease, now he drives to the mailbox. He can walk downhill to it, but can’t manage to get back up.
I’ve got bad knees now, had injections recently and now can walk ok, and get up and down, but once those wear off, I’m facing the decision again, shot or surgery? Ugh.
So, we are waiting for my son to come visit, and he’s taking us out for dinner. Boy. I will love that, because I love them, but I sure wish I were well enough for a four or five day visit to the races! 
