through tear-splashed windows
the old woman blinks
This is not the turn I thought life would take
when I reached my late seventies.
Yesterday’s newborn chicks have finally come home to roost
not in my back yard but in my body.
Today I bear marks of what being female, white and alive cost
from the day I was born until now.
So far in my life, I’ve been able to function without getting entangled in multiple prescription drugs.
For the last several weeks, however, I’ve been looking at three prescription drugs (each from a different doctor), wondering which options would be relatively safe. Especially given my kidney disease. Some prescriptions drugs can’t be discontinued precipitously, which means no trial period.
I‘m also forced to consider my determination not to be caught up in staying “alive” at all costs. When do I cross the point of no return and stop attempts to fix what is unfixable?
I’ve never missed posting so much as I’m missing it now. I’m grateful for your visits and pray each of us will find a way through troubling times that sometimes overshadow the true gift of Christmas.
Thank you for stopping by today.
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 9 December 2021
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