The Last Furlong

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Age blindness

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When my mother, at 92 years old was hospitalised with aggressive Lymphoma, on her route to dying, the intern Doctor (looked about 17 years old) came along to interview her. The interview was like a snippet from a comedy movie. She was completely oblivious to my mothers age. She asked ridiculous questions. “When was your last period?”  !  “What job do you have?”  !  My sister and I were astonished – but our mother was even more so.

Yet probably not as astonished as the centenarian recently, expecting her congratulatory letter from the Queen, instead, got a letter from the National Health UK, telling her she was pregnant.


Author: Elizabeth

I'm someone also pounding the Path, just like you.. I'm retired, going into Old Age and loving my life. I'm hoping to remain happy and well for as long as possible. Old Age is not SO bad - yet!

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