I Aspire To Be Old
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As one of the younger people in the infusion center today, age has been on my mind. If you consider yourself old, what a privilege! Age is a blessing I hope I get to enjoy. Why is it that we usually speak of the many negatives surrounding age, but not often the positives?
The other day I caught my 41 year-old-self saying to my 40 year-old friend, "We're so old!" It was silly and a little disparaging. I'm learning I need to grow in how I contribute to the negative way we talk about aging.
Aging is hard and often involves suffering, but it's also good. When I turned 40, my Aunt Linda told me how much she LOVED her 40s and 50s. That's the kind of messaging I need more of in my life. The wisdom, life experience, empathy, nuance, learning, fun, and perhaps a better ordering of priorities are all benefits of many trips around the sun.
Getting a stage 3 cancer diagnosis at 41 has changed how I see older people. When I see a couple in their 80s I think, "Wow! You both made it to 80. You did it. Amazing! I hope I get to be you."
I know life isn't guaranteed, but I truly thought I'd get to be 56, or 62, or 75, or 83. I've had the spring and summer of life, but I would love to see autumn and winter. I want all the seasons.
Some things that help me face the next round of chemo are picturing dropping Silas off at college for his first semester one day, seeing Cooper bring his inventiveness to the table in his career, imagining Brynn as a beautiful bride and all the mother/daughter things I want to teach her, thinking of Thatcher graduating high school. It's no longer a given that I'll be here for all of that, but I'm going to fight and pray and do what I can.
At church on Sunday, I talked to my friend, Bill. He was in a bicycle accident in his 70's in which he lost the use of his arms and legs. Bill asked me how I kept going with the chemo treatments. I told him that seeing him faithfully live out each day God has for him and his enduring/trusting/suffering/hoping for a miracle encourages my heart to endure each day of cancer treatment I have ahead.
I aspire to be old. There's so much more I want to experience.
The other day I caught my 41 year-old-self saying to my 40 year-old friend, "We're so old!" It was silly and a little disparaging. I'm learning I need to grow in how I contribute to the negative way we talk about aging.
Aging is hard and often involves suffering, but it's also good. When I turned 40, my Aunt Linda told me how much she LOVED her 40s and 50s. That's the kind of messaging I need more of in my life. The wisdom, life experience, empathy, nuance, learning, fun, and perhaps a better ordering of priorities are all benefits of many trips around the sun.
Getting a stage 3 cancer diagnosis at 41 has changed how I see older people. When I see a couple in their 80s I think, "Wow! You both made it to 80. You did it. Amazing! I hope I get to be you."
I know life isn't guaranteed, but I truly thought I'd get to be 56, or 62, or 75, or 83. I've had the spring and summer of life, but I would love to see autumn and winter. I want all the seasons.
Some things that help me face the next round of chemo are picturing dropping Silas off at college for his first semester one day, seeing Cooper bring his inventiveness to the table in his career, imagining Brynn as a beautiful bride and all the mother/daughter things I want to teach her, thinking of Thatcher graduating high school. It's no longer a given that I'll be here for all of that, but I'm going to fight and pray and do what I can.
At church on Sunday, I talked to my friend, Bill. He was in a bicycle accident in his 70's in which he lost the use of his arms and legs. Bill asked me how I kept going with the chemo treatments. I told him that seeing him faithfully live out each day God has for him and his enduring/trusting/suffering/hoping for a miracle encourages my heart to endure each day of cancer treatment I have ahead.
I aspire to be old. There's so much more I want to experience.
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Karin Stephens
Kimberly Hawk
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Pop-Pop spent his 30th birthday in the hospital dealing with cancer surgery. God was good and gave him 50 more years. And they were good years, too. He was able to enjoy life, have more children, buy a home and land, and "work like a Turk" on the farm.
Mom-mom died when she was 63 yrs & 25 days old. I definitely took note of when I became 63 yrs & 25 days - I had made it! I've lived longer than my mom!
We are praying for your healing; we are praying for you through each chemo treatment.
Yes, I'm asking God to let you grow old!!
50 more years, here we come!!
Jennifer Saks
Jennifer Saks