For much of my life I felt that I was going to this life forever. O.K., I knew that I would have to die someday, but that seemed in the far distant future.
Then 13 years ago, at the age of 59, I had a stroke and came face to face with my mortality. I could have died then. I also had a blood clot on my lungs which was even more likely to have killed me. I came out of hospital in a wheelchair but I have largely recovered, to about 80% of my former physical abilities. Continue reading “Ageing gracefully”