My friend, Ms. Story, is 93 years young.We went to the doctor today.
She put on lipstick and her wedding ring for the excursion.
The doctor gave her really good news, which made us both a little sad: she no longer needs her arm sling.
It means she won’t be needing me to stop by every couple of days to help her with little two-handed tasks around her house.
She has been cleared to use the dust pan again, and to dust her own body with White Diamonds powder after a fully involved shower, instead of our routine featuring only a sponge.
Now when I visit, it will just be as a friend, with treats for us to share... one who visits frequently and isn’t going anywhere.
