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Almost Older

211Tomorrow is my Birthday, I shall be the oldest I've ever been, and I suspect, I'll ever be.
Negative, you charge; pragmatic, I say. I have advanced ALS. I'm a quadriplegic and I feel my breath become increasingly more shallow. I, rarely get out of bed. (Knock wood) I have yet to get decubutis ulcers on my ass. (Bedsores) And, I don't want that!

I'm going to have a great time and savour the love and presence of my daughter and husband. We have a fun outing planned, an Encore visit to the cat cafe! Tomorrow, we are watching the Seattle Seahawks and eating Thai food from Thai Ginger.
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