I started writing Under Cardiac Arrest right around the time my father started wearing a batting helmet everyday. Fear of falling. My mother became obsessed with buying cereal. Frosted Flakes, Raisin Bran, Wheaties, whatever was on sale. We had a garage full of the stuff. Being an only child, caring for my 80 something parents was challenging to say the least. Between doctor appointments, middle of the night 911 calls, grocery shopping, adult diapers, broken hearing aids, hospitals, I was stressed and angry a lot. I came up with the idea for “Under Cardiac Arrest” after my Dad’s second heart attack. Seeing some humor in all this helped me to keep going. Getting old is hard. But it doesn’t mean we can’t have a good laugh about it once in while.
Now that I am officially a senior I realize I am next at bat. Well, at least I can give myself a lot of new material. If I can remember what it is.