Gettin' old.....

ain’t for sissies.....part two:

Big Bob Savage is dying....he has cancer ‘n a blood clot in his leg ‘n it’s a toss-up which’ll get him first....
He’s in hospital ‘n the Dr. asked if he wanted t’be resuscitated if he had a heart attack from the blood clot...his reply was “why wouldn’t I want t’be resuscitated?”.....
Some miscommunication there, I suppose....his cancer is so advanced that there’s little hope but he evidently hadn’t understood that....
I c’n testify that people usually only hear what they want to hear....when my oncologist told me that my cancer had progressed to stage four, I didn’t hear that at all....
Millyrose heard it but not me....I was much too focused on the fact that I had cancer in the first place.....I expect that’s where Bob’s mind has taken him....
It’s okay to ask for miracles ‘n sometimes people return from the brink.....mostly, I believe that an easy transition is what most people actually pray for...
‘Course, Bob Savage is a big man...he may have been praying for a hospital bed large enough to fit him...most things are made for medium-size people ‘n when you’re oversized or undersized, it’s a life-long problem....
He has a big, old house in Virginia....a three story brick mansion that he remodeled to fit himself....his kitchen counters were so high that Millyrose had to stand on a footstool to work at them....
I sat with my Dad while he was dying ‘n Bob will have his wife and children with him.....I don’t think anyone can ask for much more.....