Peeing In My Pants

The sad realities of aging

Me enjoying lunch with friends last year, when I could still go out. I miss that.

I am barely past the half century mark. I should not be as frail as I am. But, I have type IV cancer. And that ages people. Frankly, it SUCKS.

When I was in my 20s and living in Colorado I used to go for hikes up 14'ers. These are mountains that are over 14,000 feet tall. There is nothing so exhilirating as reaching the summit and looking around at the beauty of God’s creation. The only greater high I had was when a friend let me take the controls of a Cessna.

The thing is, I loved to have adventures. I loved to explore, to push my limits.

Now?

I push my limits if I don’t use my rollater to get to the bathroom.

Seriously, as I said earlier, IT SUCKS.

This morning I woke up having to pee really badly. My rollater was in an inconvenient location.

I really need to be more careful.

So I carefully, gingerly, got out of bed. Put my feet carefully on the carpet. Thanked God I still had carpet — when I originally bought this house I had thought about trading it in for hardwood but that wouldn’t provide the best grip for my toes. I need that these days.

So I started carefully going towards the bathroom. It’s not far, but I really had to pee.