It was a surprise - even, perhaps, a shock - to me how many commenters on Wednesday's post (Trying to Make a Respite...) misunderstood me. I am not depressed, I don't feel the need to grieve about anything, I don't want to be young again, I have a reasonable social life for someone of my age and energy-level and so far, one psilocybin trip a year ago has been enough.
In the past when I have occasionally been misunderstood in these pages, I believe it has been my fault for not being clear or clear enough. After re-reading the respite post several times, I don't think that is so this time, although I could be wrong.
I used the word “respite” carefully and deliberately as a comparison to 24/7 caregivers for whom there are programs, important ones, to give them a break from the work and emotional intensity for a few hours once or twice a week.
There is a difference, however: in my case (and I'm sure, many others), I am both patient AND caregiver.
And one of us needs a respite.
I don't dream of having my pre-cancer life returned to me; I have always been too much a realist for any such daydreams.
And (so far), I find this journey toward my death via two serious diseases (and old age itself) to be genuinely interesting both tracking physical changes and keeping a watch on how I respond – to the degree any person can be his or her own observer.
So much for another whack at clarity. That's enough of that. Moving on.
THE ALEX AND RONNI SHOW
When Alex and I recorded our Skype chat on Tuesday, we did some follow up on Monday's post on Successful Ageing.
Looking at the video before preparing today's post, I think perhaps I have now carried on way too long about something that isn't all that important, and it's time to let it go.
We also discussed a few other things. Here's the video.