Friday, June 21, 2013

Its the life in my years...

One of the first questions I am asked in a new social setting is what do you do? 

Initially following my brain tumour I avoided eye contact as I answered this dreaded question:

      I used to be a nurse, still am really...; but I had to take ill health retirement; ...the brain  tumour...fatigue....poor walking.... sort of thing.... voice became softer and quieter; still no eye contact.

Now four years on, with my smiling eyes fixed on the interrogator I say: 

I am busy living...


In the end, it's not the years in your life that count.
Its the life in your years
Abraham Lincoln..