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....
...my 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