My father exercised his whole life until a severe car accident at age 70. The antibiotic he took to save him destroyed his inner ear equilibrium — to prevent feeling dizzy, he had to hold his head very still. No tennis, no golf, no dancing. He became deeply depressed and lost his zest for life. His muscles began to wither and the gaunt look of death spread across his face.
Coincidences amaze me. I was moved to write this thank you note several days before a diagnosis of skin melanoma near my right ankle. The subsequent surgery and recovery demanded being off my feet for a few weeks and threatened a long anticipated vacation with my granddaughter.