"Mother's Little Helpers #4" ©2018 Cindy Packard Richmond
Our gene pool is our future, we are all doomed. I accept that no one gets out alive. What concerns me is the quality of this rush to the finish. I expect the road to be rutted and ripe with unexpected disasters. I have already had a colorful medical history. If I follow my parents lead, I can spin the wheel between strokes, Alzheimer's and cardiac arrest. My grandparents had what my father termed "old people's cancer". I accepted that as an accurate diagnosis for many years.
My eye doctor repeatedly asks if my mother, an artist, had glaucoma. I have no idea. My brothers are no help. The doctor seems to feel I am ripe for it. I took the test today and I think I failed. You stare at a spot and click a button every time you see a light flash to the side. There were several stretches where I saw no flashes. This can not be good.