It’s Not The End

Do not think that 40, 50 or 60 is the end.

One patient cried to me that it was over for her at 54. She lived in different rooms from her husband who was a constant cheater but she felt too old to date, to try again. I stood up and shared my age, that I was on Match, that I had lost 7 1/2 organs, but was still trucking with canoeing, dance weekends and books.

We hugged and cried.

A month later she got her own apartment.

Three months later she had a beau. Before I did!

Never give up, truly!