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From A Care Giver’s Diary / Old Age, What’s next?

She is 98. She told me that she is still a dancing ballerina, and I believed her, because she was one of the most charming and exciting senior woman I have ever worked with.

She hums the most delightful tunes as she taps her arthritic fingers. She usually does this as she waits for her waiter to pour morning coffee, which she usually takes black and without sugar, two or three cups, before an over easy boiled egg and two strips of bacon, a half whole wheat toast covered with raspberry jam and unsalted butter, followed by cranberry juice.

 “This juice is special” she remarked, “Dr. Barry encourages it, instead of orange juice, said it’s good for me, better than orange juice!”

I watched her wrinkles smile and raised right eye brow and thought that she would much rather have orange juice, however she must obey Dr. Barry. The dancing ballerina had several pills which she disliked swallowing, yet again she must obey Dr. Barry.

“I never complain” she said

 “If these pill are keeping me alive, then what the heck!” Wrinkled smile and raised right eyebrow.

“I love the stage, I dance every day and night, just love dancing. I am a ballerina and will die a ballerina. I feel youth, I fell freedom and I am not afraid of old age or even dying, because I am always dancing in the skies, in the clouds, in the skies, ah!”

I listened to her and understood her, and believed that she understood that, even though her body was broken, her mind was still alive and happy. She accepted the growing pain of age and embraced them with the steady and strong motion of the feet of a dancing ballerina.

She knew that age sometimes come with loneliness, illnesses, sadness, changes in physical appearance, fear of dying, and fear of the unknown, she held on to what was.

The beautiful life she had, allowed her to dance through these circumstances, embracing every age related circumstance with the grace and posture of the ballerina.

“Growing old is growing pains” she said, “I have made preparations, now here I am”

“Can you get my chair love, and take me back to my room? She motioned to the door.

“I must not miss the noon time special, Phantom of the Opera”

The conversation continues as we walked back to her sitting room.

“Old age is as necessary as birth, and it is expected to manifest itself in each and every one of us. As long as we are still alive, we must get old, or else life’s a fake” Chuckles

“Uh what’s next? I know, I know, I know, it is many aches and pains, but the extra blessing comes when I have you to help me CARE!”                      


Andria Patricia Harris / Dementia Living LLC / 08/20/14

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