I was having lunch with some friends recently when one started to tell about a family member having just been diagnosed with a strange disease she had never heard of.
“Mya--- mytheses--- something gratis.” She tried.
“Myasthenia Gravis ?” I questioned.
“Yes, that is it! How on earth did you know that? Do you know someone that had it?” She asked.
I hesitated for I wasn't sure they would believe me as I could hardly believe it my self. Tentatively, I answered.
“Do you remember the TV show from the 60's, Ben Casey?” I asked.
My friends are mostly younger than me but not by that much and they, all except for the baby of the group, said they did remember him. Most of us had a slight crush on the outspoken doctor.
For those of you too young, he was brash,brilliant, really cute, quite hairy but had an unusually poor bedside manner. He wasn't big on sugar coating anything. Kind of an early day, only slightly kinder gentler version of Dr. House.
“Well, he had a episode on once about that disease. I just remembered it.” I confessed a bit lamely.
“You have got to be kidding.” they all chirped in.” That was 50 years ago.”
“I know.” I said, “I remember 50 years ago fine, just don't ask me what I had for breakfast.”
With a wicked grin, one of them looked me right in the eye and said. “That is pretty much what they all say in the nursing home, Patti.”
That gave me the giggles for it is so darn true. Somehow I know when my time comes to strap on a rocking chair and a diaper, I will fit right in.
Does your memory put on incredible shows of recall that makes you shake your head in amazement on occasion? Then a breath or two later, you are grasping for a once familiar word that appears to have left your vocabulary while you slept??
Aging really is a challenge and in a weird way, I find it interesting.