In my wheelchair in the exam room, as I explain my symptoms in detail to the specialist (unable to move my legs; no control over my bladder, bowels, or anything below my waist), I can feel it purposefully, deliberately changing course and making a desperate, hell-bent beeline for my mouth.
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My youngest brother, who was there at the time, said it went like this:
On his 90th birthday, Pop said with a lilt in his voice, “Always hoped I’d make it to 90.”
[deep, throaty sigh]
[loooooong pause]
Then he very softly continued, “Hope I don’t make it to 91.”
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Daily, the elderly woman strolls by, occasionally stooping down as she walks. One day, I befriend her, walking with her to the corner. “This is my solution,” she says, as she bends down to pick up the crumpled wrapper, adding it to the small trash bag in her other hand.
Trevor’s fiction and non-fiction have appeared in print and digital publications since the 1970s. He’s a mononymous, multiple award-winning, full-time entertainer who likes hyphens.