One of the things about growing old and decrepit and knowing that I am slowly going downhill is that when I was very young, pretty and barely into this disease I used to have hope.

Now I only have hope that I will simply know what causes this horrific disease before I die because I know that a cure "is not just around the corner" as I was told for the first 20 years and that we are still in the dark ages with brain diseases.

No longer do I dream about what it will be like when a good treatment comes because I no longer believe that anything will reverse me to the perky stage of old.

Also, I have the same disdain for the mice as Sally C.

gmi

I DID buy the dress!!!! It's really cute. I waited a month now (on-line - always in stock summer item, it's that cute), knew I really wanted it.
Went to a party in Dec. In a chair,my eyes are at butt level, tried to be amused (not bitter which I kind of felt), got d***ed if I care attitude, told many who else had panty line. All I could do and helped everyone else realize Yes, I am here and making observations. DH and I have a saying, Don't yell at average mice. Reminds us both to ignore the average stupid people we don't need to educate and doubtful we'll ever see again. Once in awhile a gem appears - the clerk in IKEA who got it about stuff without explanation. The waiter who saw me. But there is a lot of the other kind- too well/sticky tooooooo nice -meaning or stupid people out there. Disabled or not, they always were there. Now your sensor is just more sensitive. My SIL has always given me these words to live by - "F*** em if they can't take a joke." This is no joke, but you know. Maybe they just don't know how smart you are, or we make terrific bread. How could they know we...............

I just turned 50 this week, and I now think of myself as in the "old" category. Funny that I didn't feel that way earlier actually, given the way I thought when I was younger.

I remember talking to an adult when I was 12, and referred to someone as "old". He asked, "what is your definition of old?", and I responded "anyone over 29". To me there were two categories; "young and cool" (29 and younger) and "old" (over 29).

So, according to my definition when I was 12, we are almost twice the definition of old.

Anyway, I think anything over 50 is old now, so "we" would slot in that category nicely, no matter how good we look. It is nothing personal ...

Cherie

Cherie, I refused to fit nicely into the "Old" slot, at 50...no way!!! I didn't consider myself in that slot, until I turned 60 and even then I went kicking and screaming..

Actually, just in the last couple yrs, have I started to realize that, I'm an old person.

mmm, I remember turning 50...

DH went out in the early morning to play tennis before work. But he really did not go play tennis, he had arranged to rent a BMW Z4. A very sexy convertible stick-shift red sports car.

It was sitting in the garage for a surprise when I went out to go to work.

We could not buy it but I had it as a rental for the weekend. A perfect Spring weekend with temperatures in the high 70's and seat warmers.

That was just before the slide.

mmm, I remember turning 50.

Sally, Thank you. I do not consider 50 "old". It's just different. As a good friend said when I told him I had MS. "You're still you, aren't you?" It may be time to retire some bikinis and clothes, but hey there's other great stuff waiting. Well, yeah.

It's not old, just older.....and, nananana, I'm older than youuuuuu!!